Tiffany kissed his forehead and said, “Andrew, You are so sweet. That is the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a long while.”
Meanwhile, the woman had started to rock her hips, and the man matched her rhythm with his thrusts and movement of his hands on her breasts, causing them to move more than they would have on their own. His cock thrusting into her pussy was clearly visible.
He then placed his hands on the outsides of her thighs and lightly dragged them along her legs, across her hips, up her sides, and then back up to her breasts. Her body shivered to the sensual touch. He then reversed direction and retraced his steps, sliding his hands from her breasts to her sides and then across her hips to where he started.
Maya commented, “Damn, he knows how to please a woman. Some women taught him well. I wish most men would learn his technique.”
Carlos walked over to Maya and softly said so that only Maya could hear, “Maya, where could a guy learn that?”
Maya looked at him and said, “Are you serious? Are you really interested?”
Carlos replied privately, “Maya, I think you are one of the world’s sharpest, smartest, charming women. I’d love to learn how to make you happy. But if you don’t want to. I understand. I respect you too much. I may play the self-confident big guy, but I’m just covering up a guy who hasn’t a clue.”
Maya put her arm around him and said, “I think there is much more to you than I thought, Carlos.”
Carlos replied, “Do you want to go get drinks after work? I wasn’t planning on doing anything today,” He added in a very poor cockney accent, “but at least I washed my hands and face, I did.”
Maya laughed and said, “That is my favorite line from My Fair Lady.”
Carlos commented, “It’s a great musical, but Henry Higgins is still an asshole in the end.”
They both laughed and resumed watching the couple across the alley. He had continued his long stroking pattern while Maya and Carlos talked.
After repeating the pattern over her body a half dozen times, he stopped. After a brief pause, he slowly slid one hand to her inner thighs, across her vagina, and then up to her clit. He started to massage her clit with one hand while the other hand continued its sensual tour of the other side of my body.
Their bodies rocked in unison, and he began to kiss her neck. He switched the hand, rubbing her clit, and resumed the tour of the other side of her body with the other. The woman’s body relaxed back into him and stopped any motion.
The woman jolted up when he pinched her nipples. They had a brief conversation and then she leaned to the side, turned her head around and they kissed. When the kiss was completed, his hands returned to their wandering ways, paying many extended visits to her clit.
Suddenly, they stood up.
Fourth Act
He turned the chair to be profile to the window. She stood behind the chair, facing it. He pushed on her upper back, causing her to bend over the chair until the top of her head was on the chair’s seat.
The man knelt behind her, sliding his tongue into her pussy. He grasped her hips pulling her pussy tightly against his tongue. He then began to suck her clit.
After at least a minute, with both hands, he spread her pussy lips further apart, driving his tongue deeper into her. His tongue then journeyed around her labia lips. He alternated between licking, sucking, and kissing different parts of her vulva.
He stood up and slid his cock into her. He placed his hands on her hips to give each thrust more force. Her ass bounced in time with his movements.
He leaned around, grasped her nipples, and pinched them. The watchers could see her reaction as the pain ran through her body.
He pulled his cock out and then rubbed its tip on a tour of all the parts of her vulva.
Maya and Carlos started to applaud. Maya exclaimed, “That is the most sexist thing I have ever seen.”
Carlos added, “Plunge back in, Dude!”
Like he heard Carlos, the man thrust his cock back into her pussy.
The woman brought her right hand up to her clit to rub it so that it was easy to see what she was doing.
Angela commented, “I think she is doing that on purpose, just so we can see her.” Then she brought her lips down to Sam’s ear and whispered, “Would you like to try that maneuver?”
Sam responded, “Hell, Yes! As long as you are in charge.”
The man rocked hard into her a dozen times and then stopped.
He helped her off the chair. They embraced with a deep kiss.
Lucas walked over to Jasmine and said, “Looking at our other co-workers, I think we’re the ones who lost the game of musical chairs.”
Jasmine laughed and replied, “I don’t know. I think I won the Musical Chair game. I got you.” Jasmine reached out and took Lucas’ hand.
Fifth Act
The man gathered up the four candles placing them on the nightstand next to a flogger.
He got on the bed so that his profile was facing his audience and where he could reach the nightstand. He had one leg straight and the other bent at the knee. It was clear that he was giving the woman some directions.
She kicked off her heels but kept the fish-net thigh-high stockings on. She got up on the bed straddling him. Facing him, she lowered herself down onto his cock in a deep squat until she was resting on her knees. She put her arms around his neck as he returned the gesture.
Jasmine observed, “I recognize that position. It’s called a Kama Sutra Deep Lotus.”
Lucas replied, “That looks amazing.”
Jasmine explained, “Watch and see what comes next.”
He reached over, and grabbed the orange candle. He said something, and she took a deep breath.
The woman tensed up as the hot candle wax hit her back. He smeared the melted wax over her back with his other hand.
Jasmine grabbed Lucas’ hand and placed it on her breast. “I’ve always wanted to try that.”
Lucas replied, “I think I can arrange that.”
Jasmine answered, “I think this might be the start of a very nice relationship.”
Lucas said, “I sure hope so.”
Jasmine offered, “I’ve got a copy of the Kama Sutra at my place if you want to come by after work and try some of the positions.”
Lucas replied, “Nothing would please me more.”
The man began rocking his pelvis. The women stayed perfectly still.
The man grabbed a second candle, which was red, and slowly poured the hot wax on the woman’s right breast. He carefully smeared the red wax on her breast to cover it evenly.
He put the red candle down, then picked up the blue candle, then poured the wax on her left breast, molding the wax over her nipple, areola, and sides of her breast. You could almost hear her moan across the narrow alley. He stopped rocking, and she started.
He put the blue candle down. He picked up and poured the yellow candle in a spiral pattern over the red wax on her right breast. By then, the orange candle was ready for use again, and he poured it in a spiral pattern over her left breast. She stopped rocking, and he took up the pattern.
He continued to pour wax on her, alternating between her breasts. They continued taking turns rocking their hips.
As the man continued to pour the wax, her upper body became a kaleidoscope of four different wax colors.