That Propane Tank

Goosebumps across her thighs as she walked through the threshold of the bar.

"Hey Mike! How are you?" His large presence always brought her so much joy seeing him place the bright pink band on her wrist. 

"Good Good, you look nice tonight, didn't you just get off work?" His smile was always genuine, something she admired.

"Yes, but I had time to get ready tonight. See you inside later!" Her hips sway as she walks deeper in, the Dj playing the early Line dances. The middle table close the bar, throwing her bag down, pulling out her tips from the night. Walking over to the line.

 Perfect time to get those drinks lined up! 

Tonight the bar tender had in a sparkly head piece and as she rushed to serve two tall blonde military guys, she glanced my way nodding. 

"Hey, can I get two Redd's and a STP!" Watching as the bartender gracefully poured the drink. She caught a glance of herself in the mirror behind the bar. Red Lips, pinned up hair with a matching red bandanna, the black semi sheer shirt hugging to her breasts, and ripped shorts with little ankle boots. Her eye-liner on point!

Fuck yes! I look so good! Alright keep it together Sandra. We can't be looking all fucking giddy now. Where is my secret boyfriend? 

Glancing through the slow growing crowds there he was, looking sexier then normal. A plain black V-neck, nice shoes and some-what tan tight pants. He stepped one foot in front of the other, and then spun dramatically. Throwing his hips in line with others, confidence fell off him in waves. It was almost intimidating at moments. Then he looked over his shoulder smiling at Patrick, who I maybe sorta assumed was gay. Totally wasn't.
The pleasure of watching him, always made her wiggled in the bar stool, she couldn't wait for a two-step song, so they could dance.
Downing her STP, she paid the bartender, an walked over to the bar stool hoping up, all the while watching him dance another song, a smile placed on her mouth.

Why must my thoughts always get sexual watching him? The way his biceps and chest moved underneath that fabric. His smile one of his best features, it was like a 1000 watt shine. His brown eyes, how they could go from cold, to playful to intense in a span of 5 seconds. The wetness in her thighs started building, at the thought of his face in between her thighs. The slide of his tongue from one lip to the other,  hands squeezing the inside of my thighs. His kiss after a simple wipe from his face. Then his fingers would find me, demanding me dripping, arching his middle one inward. My back always gives way, knees weakening and clutching onto his shoulder... OK SANDRA!!! SHUT THE HELL UP!!! Her panties where defiantly soaked and the song had ended.
He caught her gaze from the dance floor an strut over to her, smiling wide.

"Will you dance with me?" his voice, playing at somber.
"Please, you know I will! How could I not, sexy fucker! I missed you... by the way." He took her hand and led her out, to do the slow chacha.
His arm over her shoulder, and she set her mind to counting but his scent was distracting...
As the dance ended and she walked back to the table, saying hi to who ever passed.
Back at the table Sandra picked up her phone, an quickly texted him.

Hey, I am kinda, maybe a little horny from our dance. I'm craving a kiss. Mind if we sneak out for one? I really just wanna smother you in kisses.

Pressing send she then wrapped her hands tightly around her phone. Waiting... She hated waiting. So she got up after a few sips of her drink, knowing when he got off the dance floor, he would see it, and come to her.
The air was slightly sticky, and with each step, her thighs rubbing against each other, only adding to the friction she was already sensitive to. She could only think about kissing him. Simple, right. No, she totally wanted more. She wanted him to take her, back to his room, and punish her... with the towel on the bed... and her knees spread as he forced her to squirt.... Shivers ran over the back of her neck thinking about the forbidden.

As she sat on the concrete waiting, he appeared an she skipped over to him, happy to see him standing there. Her's. That man was her's and that thought made her heart jump a little. Though their coupling was ever a secret, it was fine, with how he pleased her, alone.
He took her hand and they walked passed the smoking area, past the tables and dodged out of sight.
The side of the wall instantly met his back as Sandra pushed him up against the wall. Her mouth finding his in a lusty hunger. His hand grabbed the back of her neck, and pulled her in deeper. Her hips pressed to his and her other hand finding his dick already hard and waiting for her. Jesus, should she, but she couldn't stop herself. . . she wanted him now!
No waiting, no more caring who saw.
"I want you, please." She smiled at him.
"Right here might not be the best place" He sheepishly replied.
"I don't care! I need you inside me, please, please." kisses traced over his neck, nibbling on his ear. "Please, I wanna feel you inside me." she whimpered in his ear. Squeezing and gliding her hand down to cup his balls gently.
He got forceful for only a moment, grabbing her wrists and then pulling her farther along the path. The gym ended and there was a little side walk down, that let to some barracks. It looked shady, but with his hand in hers she couldn't care much. Then he moved towards a slightly fenced off area where a large propane tank was.
"Here." She looked at him worried.
"Here?" He nodded. "Drop you panties."
"I don't know, I'm nervous what if someone see's us?" she mumbled, slowly gripping her pant edges.
"What IF someone see's us?" His voice was husky now and his hands where up the shirt, gently groping her breasts. Very distracting to the serious thoughts in her mind.  

Sandra seriously! Fuck it, you missed him all damn day seriously drop your panties...

"Ok." Her voice was shaky.
"Turn around" She loved when he was demanding but still not used to following orders, she turned around and he spanked her. The sound was loud, and so was her gasp. Face instant red.
"Shhh, don't make a sound, or you will get another." His hand on her ass rubbing gently. She pulled her shorts and thong down to her ankles, kinda awkward but whatever. 
Just like she imagined, his fingers spread her lips apart, the middle tracing the inside. Shuttering she kinda stumbled hands now on the cold large white metal in front of her. He chuckled leaning over to whisper in her ear. "Do not make a noise, or I will punish you." She nodded silently as he pushed a finger inside her. Deep inside her and ....  honestly I cant describe it to you. 

 Panting, and biting her so as to not make a noise. He groaned "Your so fucking wet" Then he unzipped his pants, dropping them. "Turn around" She did as she was told, with much excitement at seeing him so ready to go. She knew what to do, got down and let her lips meet his tip.
She savored his taste, she rolled her tongue over the top, letting her self feel him relax and tense. Her hand at his base matching her head as she sucked him, gently. Her eyes looking up at him.

This was her's, and she would dominate at it for him. Him cumming for her, was her only goal.

 When he could no longer, he pulled her up, turned her around and greedily pushed inside her from behind. She was shocked at first. The feel of him sliding inside her, the way she hugged him. So sweetly, she back her hips up against him. Almost in an anger he slammed into her, the pounding made holding her weight up on the metal difficult. It was getting harder for her to keep silent. Harder still not to moan his name. . .

Foot steps could be heard, and he stopped mid-thrust, their bodies tensing up as they watched a lone male straggle alone the walkway. Not even noticing them, then he slide slowly deeper in, and she couldn't help it. She moaned, gasping for air. He took some of her hair in his hands the other gripping her hip.
"I told you to stay quiet." His voice harsh and he then rammed her, over and over. It was meant to be forceful but the pleasure was to much, her legs began shaking and he began tensing up. She knew he was close. She pushed herself back at him, rolling her hips in time to his thrusts.

Yes! Yes! Fuck me .... god damn it. Jesus, fucking cum for me... 

Pulling out it went all over the ground, and she giggled. Catching her breathe, she pulled up her panties and shorts. Looking at him, and he smiled at her.
Now to walk back to the bar, like nothing happened. Her thighs soaked, and her hair a little less then straight. They kissed, and walked towards the loud noises in the distance.

 I love his smile, and that cocky smirk on his face. I love how dirty I feel, with my cum all over my thighs and my underwear far from helping, but this is to delicious not to love... this is what being alive is all about. Pleasure in every moment you wanna grasp at!