<strong>EJ - Bar - Needing relief</strong><br/><br/>EJ was mesmerized as the young nymph worked her magic below the bar.  Isis was masterful at taking him on a roller coaster journey of pre-orgasmic bliss, acutely in tune with his level of excitement.  As she felt him stiffen she would slow down the the movement of the delicate hand wrapped around his captive member,  gently sucking the swollen head only to bring him back once more to the edge of orgasm, feeding on the droplets oozing from the tip as she roughly milked it from his throbbing length.  Over and over she brought him to the brink and back again, each time bringing him closer and closer to climax.<br/><br/>He gazed down, watching her slick, nimble digits work the moist flesh now exposed between her legs.  Her lips slowly pulled one last draw off his raging cock and looked up at him as she continued to milk the clear nectar to his tip.  Slowly, deliberately, she rose, trailing his cock past her lips, down her chin,  between her breasts and across her firm abs.  She stood before him, her eyes confident in what was to happen next, directing him to what<strong>needed</strong>to happen next.  His hand followed the path of her thong to join her wet fingers between her legs, stroking the slippery folds and toying with the ever-swelling bud.<br/><br/>The Playground was beginning to buzz with excitement as more people were making their way around the room  . . . and toward the bar.  The images that raced through his head were strictly forbidden to be played out at the bar.  He needed to find somewhere more discrete.  At the risk of leaving the bar unattended once more, he led Isis around the back side of the bar and back to the stock room.  The storage room was warm and stuffy.  He wasted no time removing the mesh and leather top and the leather thong, exposing the exquisite creamy flesh hidden beneath.  He ran his hands along the sides of her torso, feeling the smoothness of her skin, stopping to let his hands admire her firm but fleshy backside.  His pants dropped and joined her clothes on the floor.<br/><br/>Still standing, he dropped his hands to the back of her thighs and lifted her up, guiding his aching cock into the warmth waiting for him between her legs.  Their bodies worked their way into a rhythm, bouncing, pulsing, throbbing, dripping, her legs wrapped around his waist.  He worked his way over to the wall of the storage room.  He slammed her back against the cool wall while he continued to feverishly stroke away, suspending her off the floor.  Her arms gripped tightly around his shoulders.  The fever she had induced had overcome him, overwhelmed him.  He could feel her sex gripping at his cock as he stroked.  Their bodies, slick with sweat, slipped against each other as their rhythm began to quicken.  Her panting was hot against his neck.  He could feel the familiar tickle of wetness on his balls.  The smell of sex, musk and sweat began to fill the room.