Velvet Doll: Part 2

Nikolai and Tanner held hands as they walked down the sidewalk toward the train station. They had just finished a couple of slices at the nearby pizza shop; a stop that had become a traditional component of their travels downtown to one of the local venues each weekend.

They crammed unceremoniously onto the packed, utterly unpleasant train, and held each other tightly as it whizzed toward their destination and breakneck speed. Tanner was dressed up for the occasion as usual. But tonight, a short black and white dress à la Wednesday Adams took the place of her usual jeans and cut-off t-shirt. The outfit was completed by her denim battle vest and platform boots with gleaming metal buckles, which again different from her usual sneakers and seemed less than ideal for mosh pits. She wore dark makeup, and her dyed hair was tied back in a simple but cute ponytail.

Her partner had noticed her slight change in style that evening but had not mentioned it and had not made any new innovations of his own, which indeed he rarely did. His usual jeans, band shirt, sneakers, and battle vest seemed to do the trick. He did have one trick up his sleeve, however. Or, more accurately, in his vest. Peering down the train car in both directions in case of cops, and finding none, he covertly pulled out a small flask of liquor from the inner pocket of his vest and took and deep swing. He passed it to Tanner who was surprised, but pleasantly, and took one in turn.

Before they knew it, they had reached their stop. The clambered off the train and pushed through the crowded station. Soon they were once again outdoors, in the cool evening air. They had an uneventful walk from the station to the venue. As they approached, they could hear the roaring and clanging of the first band working through their sound check. They paid their $7 entry fee and walked inside.

The dingy venue was sparsely populated with an assortment of younger and older punk rockers, a handful of metal heads, and a similar sized handful of regulars who often looked too drunk to notice they were technically at a concert.

Tanner headed for the washrooms while Nikolai made his way to the bar. There was no lineup, a situation that was unlikely to replicate itself as the night went on. He ordered their first round. Meanwhile Tanner entered the washroom and made her way to the farthest stall. She smirked to herself as she thought back to their X-rated romp in that very stall a few weeks earlier. She wondered if Nikolai had noticed that she was uncharacteristically clothed in a dress this evening… or if he had wondered whether she was wearing anything underneath it.

Nikolai had wondered that, and he was wondering it again as he hovered behind the table at the back corner of the room, sipping his beer. He also wondered whether she would question his choice of table, which was usually considered the least desirable given its distance from the stage and somewhat obscured location. He thought perhaps he was being too obvious, but he didn’t have time to consider it further because out of the corner of his eye he saw Tanner emerge from around the corner.

She walked in long, quick strides and stopped abruptly in front of him, planting her lips firmly on his. They kissed passionately, their tongues dancing inside one another’s mouths. Tanner bit her partners lip softly as she moved away and reached for her drink.

The band had left the stage, and anticipation seemed to be growing within the meagre crowd. Several had gathered in front of the stage, prepared to erupt in a moshing frenzy at the first note. Tanner and Nikolai drank their beers and watched.

Sure enough, in a matter of minutes the opening band appeared. They were a young, flamboyant trio of punks headed by a vocalist/bassist with a neon-pink mohawk and more spikes on her outfit than you could possibly keep count of. They launched into their first thrashy, raging anthem and like clockwork the crowd up front began to crash into one another in one swirling mass.

A couple of songs in, Tanner and Nikolai had finished their beers decided to jump into the pit. Their stay was brief however, as it quickly became apparent to Tanner that her dress and her boots did not facilitate a good moshing experience. She pulled herself back out of the crowd, and Nikolai followed shortly behind. “You can stay in if you want,” she told him. “It’s just not really working for me in the dress.” “That’s ok, I’m here to be with you not a pile of sweaty dudes,” he told her.

They returned to the bar, stopping briefly to chat with an acquaintance along the way. Soon they each had another cold one in hand, and they returned to their table. They watched the remainder of the first act in silence, each thinking ahead to what the night might yet bring.

The venue was slowly starting to fill up, but it was nowhere near as packed as usual. What’s more, they found that when they went outside for fresh air during the intermission, there were none of the friends they often ran into at these shows. While that might have been disappointing on another night, in this case Tanner was pleased.

It was about halfway through the second band, a slightly more mature but no less blistering punk tirade, that Tanner once again departed for the washroom. Having gone during the intermission, just prior to picking up a new round of beers, Nikolai held down the table and watched the show as he awaited her return.

When Tanner returned this time, she didn’t stop at his side, or plant a kiss on his lips. Instead, she inserted herself directly between him and the table, and silently resumed sipping her beer and watching the show. Nikolai wrapped his arms around her, interlocking his fingers across her stomach and holding her tight.

She had him where she wanted him, and he had no complaints about being there. As Tanner began to dance in her place, he felt her rubbing firmly across his crotch. She pressed against him, wiggling her tight butt on his pelvis. Nikolai felt his cock staring to grow and harden in his jeans. Soon Tanner felt it too and seemed to bear down on it, rubbing his erection between her soft cheeks.

She peered back at him and smiled. He smiled back, then watched her check in both directions before slipping her left hand behind her back. She caressed the tent of his jeans firmly with her fingers before grasping his zipper between two fingers and nimbly jerking it downward. Now it was he who looked in all directions, his heart racing, as he felt her finger slide inside his pants.

But nervousness soon began to give way to desire as he felt her jerking at his rigid penis. After a few moments he realized she was not just rubbing him off, she was working him through the fly of his boxers and now through that of his jeans. Suddenly he was standing in a public venue watching a live performance with his fully erect penis completely uncovered.

Then, just as quickly, it was covered again, as Tanner lifted her dress and allowed it to drape over his cock. Nikolai felt his bulging purple tip rub against the soft curve of Tanners ass and knew immediately she was wearing nothing beneath the short, thin garment. She guided him to her pussy and rubbed his tip between its slick lips. She was warm and wet. He knew he could easily slide inside of her, but should he? Before he could consider whether he ought to go that far, she pushed herself down onto him. He felt his erection slide deep inside of her tight slit. Her platform boots had put her at a nearly perfect height for an upright position.

For a moment they just stood there. Him feeling the wet warmth of her pussy gently squeezing his engorged cock. Her feeling his firm rod filling her up and yearning to push further inside. Both of their hearts racing, their minds whirring with the surrealness of the situation.

Nikolai arched himself backward slightly and savoured the sensation of his hardon sliding deeper into Tanner’s vagina. He felt as though he was teetering between premature ejaculation and his erection failing from the stress of their insane situation. He took a deep breath and pulled back, then pushed in even deeper. She shifted her own hips, urging him to fuck her. Nikolai took one more glance around the room and started to thrust.

He fucked her slowly and carefully at first, watching the crowd ahead of them carefully as he did. Nobody seemed to pay them any mind. They both struggled to maintain their composures as he began to pump deeper into her. He felt her fingers slide across his shaft as she began to vigorously rub her clit. Knowing that they were playing with fire and could be caught at any time, her goal was to cum as quickly as she could.

Nikolai picked up the pace. He knew now that anyone who paid any attention to them could not mistake them for doing anything other than fucking. So far, thankfully, nobody had done so. Or, if they had, nobody had made an issue of it. His goal was to complete their caper before something finally did go wrong.

He leaned in and whispered loudly in Tanner’s ear, knowing that if for some reason the band’s sound was cut at that moment the whole venue would hear but under the current circumstances nobody would. “Cum on my hard cock,” he told her. She bit her lip and nodded in response. “I bet you’d like it if I sat you down right here and painted your face with my hot cum in front of this whole crowd,” he taunted. Her nodding quickened and her eyes squeezed shut. He knew she was on the edge. “But first I’m going to fill your tight little pussy with a big sticky load.”

She pressed back on his cock with such suddenness and force that he was nearly sent tumbling backward. He heard her moan loudly, yet barely audibly over the blaring wail of the guitars and crash of the drums. He knew she had just came.

He pushed back, his cock entering her to its base, and began to slam her pussy faster and harder than before. Her tight hole gripped his bulging shaft and massaged it quickly toward orgasm. Throwing all caution to the wind, he reached forward and began to fondle her breasts. He imagined yanking down her top and jerking out his load onto her longingly expectant lips. He felt the first powerful splur of cum surge into her pussy and continued to pump as several more followed. When at last he allowed his softening penis to slide out of her sticky twat he half expected it to be followed by globs of semen splattering to the floor. But Tanner nonchalantly adjusted her dress and strode quickly toward the washroom with no sign of mess in sight. Nikolai stuffed his own sticky genitals back inside his pants and quickly zipped them back up. He felt his face flush as he glanced around the room. There was no sign of anyone having noticed their little escapade. The band was finishing up their set.

When Tanner returned, she once again planted a kiss immediately on Nikolai’s lips, although this time their kiss was much more perfunctory. She observed her beer and took the final, now warm, swig. “That was fun,” she said with a smirk. “I think we got away with it,” Nikolai replied with a surprised inflection.

Their night was off to a very pleasant start… and it wasn’t over yet.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/wge124/velvet_doll_part_2