While I was engaged to the woman who became my second wife, a good friend of mine invited us to join him and his girlfriend at a ball to mark some significant anniversary of his famous Oxbridge college. It was to be a very high-end affair, white or black tie and ball gowns and champagne and entertainment including a top popular girl band.
My fiancée, and me had a mad rush to get to the ball having got ourselves caught in horrendous traffic after a long day at work. We checked into the B&B where we were all staying, fortunately very close by, and hurried through showers and dressing up in our finery.
Amy, gorgeous, blonde, tall and slim, looked stunning in a black full-on dress with see-through sleeves, velvet bodice and flowing taffeta skirt. I knew I was honoured to walk in to the ball, held in the college grounds, with this beautiful woman on my arm.
We soon met up with our friends who poured champagne down us as quickly as possible so we could catch up and off we all went to enjoy the party. There were food stalls, bars, entertainment such as dodgem cars, musicians, magicians, fair games and of course lots of beautiful people enjoying themselves.
The top of the bill musical acts were performing in a giant marquee in the centre of the college grounds. As usual at these events, the lesser acts attracted smaller crowds, but as the time approached the scheduled appearance of the main act, the marquee started to fill up with a lot of happy, partying people. When Girls Aloud came on-stage, the crowd exploded into dancing and singing, surging forward as everyone tried to get closer to the performers. People were pushing into us and Amy became a little alarmed. I realised I had to protect her so I planted myself behind her and stretched my arms out either side of her and held them rigid. I'm not the biggest of guys but quite stocky and strong and managed to hold firm against the worst of the shoving and pushing, occasionally pushing other guys away with some aggression when they came too close.
It was not a comfortable situation and we were unable to relax and enjoy the concert as I concentrated on making sure Amy was ok. Eventually she turned to me looking flushed and asked if we could leave the marquee. I forced a way through the crowd and we stood at the edge of the marquee to listen to the rest of the performance and catch our breath.
"I don't think I have ever felt so frightened in a crowd," said Amy, turning to me and putting her hand on my shoulder, "or so safe and protected when you stood behind me!"
She smiled at me warmly then kissed me passionately on my mouth.
"Thank-you for looking after me!" she said, as we broke from our kiss. Then she stunned me. "I want to make love to you now!"
"What, here?" I asked, smiling.
"Yes!" she exclaimed. "Well, not right here, but let's go and find somewhere a little more private!"
We were both a little drunk at this time - though not too drunk! - and no doubt on an adrenalin high from the experience in the marquee. Our relationship had been characterised by an exuberant and passionate sex life and we had already made love in a field off the path of a popular walking trail in the countryside as well as getting frisky in the sand dunes behind a popular nudist beach, so Amy's suggestion was not so out of the blue after all. We laughed at each other and I took Amy's arm as we walked off in search of a suitable place to do as much as we could to meet our now red-hot need and desire.
At first, we were really taken with the idea of seeing how far we could go somewhere in the grounds, near one of the many temporary constructions in place for the ball. But we couldn't find anywhere suitable and wandered into one of the college's modern buildings that was open to provide a bar and "facilities".
"We might find an office or a seminar room," I suggested, guiding Amy through groups of laughing people.
We walked up a few steps past a group of partygoers standing around a temporary bar and headed towards a set of double doors. Tentatively, I pushed down a handle and the door opened. Just at that moment, a girl wearing the uniform of the catering staff walked out of the room which we discovered to be a small lecture theatre.
There was nobody in the room. We could see that there were bags and coats and other clothes strewn over the seating. We agreed that it looked like the theatre was being used as a temporary rather messy cloakroom for the catering staff. We looked at each other, smiling as we caught the same thought, that this was a likely place to do what we now wanted to do so badly!
"I figure that we're unlikely to be disturbed here too much," I said, "there's still a couple of hours to go before the ball finishes so I guess the staff will be busy for a while longer."
We laughed and fell into each other's arms in a frenzied, passionate embrace.
"I can't do anything with this dress," Amy said, "other than bend over forwards and pull the skirt up. You can take me from behind!"
Laughing naughtily, she turned away from me and hitched up the skirt of her ball gown facing the lecture theatre's double doors.
"You'll have to help me," said Amy, "we need to plush against the door that's unlocked in order to give us at least some time to untangle ourselves if someone tries to come in!"
I stood behind Amy and undid my dress trousers, releasing my pulsing erection dripping with pre-cum.
"Ooh - come here for a moment!" said Amy, smiling at me with her mouth open. "I want to suck that first!"
I moved closer to her head, now bent forward and already at the perfect height. I leant against the unlocked door with my left hand while Amy took hold of my cock to lick around my head, tasting and sucking my pre-cum.
"That feels amazing!" I said, for of course it did.
Amy went on sucking and licking, holding me with her left hand as she ran my cock in and out of her mouth and I stroked her short blonde hair. After a few minutes of this bliss, she pulled me from her mouth and told me to get behind her again and fuck her - I did love it when this otherwise very well-spoken and butter-wouldn't-melt-in-her-mouth girl used these classic direct earthy words in our love-making!
Now I could concentrate on the sight and feel of Amy's beautiful rear, a favourite past-time: almost every time we had sex, we went through several positions including me having her from behind, possibly her favourite - mine was cowgirl but somehow our evening dress wasn't really going to allow that to happen that night!
Amy was wearing sheer black hold-ups and a black thong, leaving plenty of thigh and bum to stroke and fondle - but briefly! Pulling the thong to one side, I stroked Amy's well-trimmed pussy with my right hand, my left hand joining Amy's forearms pressing against the door. So far our guess that the temporary changing room would not be frequented was proving correct.
Amy was very wet and my fingers slithered around and in her pussy as she moaned with her pleasure. There would be no time for me to return her earlier oral compliment but I had to taste my favourite nectar before concentrating on the main task, so I pulled my fingers away from Amy and tasted them in my mouth.
"Even more delicious than usual!" I laughed.
"Come on!" Amy said. "Fuck me with your lovely cock!"
I needed no further urging. I pushed my cock-head against Amy's pussy and slid in easily and strongly. Then it was as rapid a back and forth in her lovely pussy as I could manage, with my trousers hanging from my bum! We were both groaning and moaning as we rode the high of our pleasure, partly lost in the passion we knew so well but partly also excitedly conscious that we were fucking with just a door between us and about thirty partying people outside, with the risk of interruption at any time.
Suddenly there was someone at the door trying the handle! Our combined pressure on the door held firm as we stopped our thrusting at each other and concentrated on keeping the door closed. The handle twisted several more times. Far from losing the intensity of our passion out of fear of this disturbance, we could tell we were both even more excited by the possibility of discovery - I felt my cock straining even harder into Amy's luscious pussy.
After a few more twists of the handle, the potential intruder left the door alone and we resumed our love-making now more urgently, more hungrily, with this latest added surge of adrenalin.
I knew I would be coming soon. Even as my passion built towards the overwhelming moment, ever the gentleman, I had a second to realise Amy would not want to walk around for the rest of the evening with my cum leaking down her legs under her beautiful ball gown, her thong not exactly designed to prevent such an occurrence. Amy must have had the same thought at precisely the same time.
"Pull out and come over my bum!" she cried out.
With one last full-throttled thrust, I pulled out and a few strokes later, with a vague awareness of the need to aim so as to avoid the ball gown, I came over Amy's gorgeous pert bottom, both of us groaning at the sensations of the moment.
Notwithstanding that sudden loss of consciousness that comes with coming, I moved rapidly to clean Amy's bottom as she heaved panting with the aftermath of our passion. Tissues from my pocket, the front shirt-tails of my dress shirt and, I'm afraid, a readily to hand discarded shawl from some unsuspecting and unfortunate caterer all meant we were quickly ready to leave the lecture theatre.
"Look," I said, as Amy reached for the door, "I've just realised we were on the stage!"
Laughing, I pulled open the door and stepped out in front of Amy, shielding her from any initial reaction as we re-entered the crowd. We did get some curious looks and smiles but I really don't think anyone quite realised what had been happening just a few feet away - though I do hope some of them might have thought about it later and realised then!
We returned to the main party to look for our friends. When we caught up with them, of course they had wondered where we had been.
"Oh," said Amy. "The crowd frightened me a bit in the marquee when it kept pushing forwards, I felt claustrophobic, so Rob took me somewhere quiet to calm down and get over it."
Elizabeth, my friend's girlfriend, looked from Amy to me and back again. She must have seen something in our faces - she had known me for several years - and smiled.
"Well, you two look as though you are completely over that!" she laughed with emphasis and an exaggerated wink in my direction. And off we all went to enjoy the remains of the party!
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