Do you like that kind of sex? Rushed, risky sex with clothes half-on, because we can't wait? Maybe we found a bedroom at a party and can hear people in the corridor outside. Maybe it's late at work and the office is empty, but the door won't lock. Maybe a hotel balcony above the swimming pool, looking down and wondering if anyone can tell what we're doing.

It wasn't planned, but once we started kissing - lips parting, tongues swirling around each other's mouths - we couldn't keep our hands off each other. And once I cupped your ass and pulled you closer, and you felt how hard I was against you... and you slid your palm flat down over the bulge in my jeans... and I gasped, close to your ear, my breath hot... we both decided, without words, to risk it. You began to slide your dress up, and I took over, bunching the material around your waist. You positioned your feet wider, still in heels, to balance yourself as my fingertips pressed against the wet lace of your panties, sliding them against you as you unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans with one hand, keeping that palm sliding up and down over the thick bulge, feeling its length... feeling it grow even harder.

Think about the first time I pull that thin, lacy strip of material between your legs to one side, and my fingertip dips into your hot wetness, making you gasp... while you tug my zipper down, open my jeans and push your hand urgently inside my boxers, your fingers curling around the smooth, rock-hard length of my cock, feeling the stickiness at the tip.