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Noon accepts his drink with a smile directed as his companion, nodding at her. "No, indeed, rather quick for all of that. Thanks a bunch, darlin'." He quickly takes a sip of his drink to test it, finding it very satisfactory.

He glances down at her leg, tracing it all the way up her smiling face, and nods as he reflexively rests his hand atop her thigh. "You're right, I have absolutely no complaints about the service, nor the obliging staff." He chuckles at his choice of words and scoots just a tad closer to her. "So how are things passing in the night shift for you tonight?" He raises an eyebrow at her as he traces a pattern idly on her leg and sips at his drink again.
 
Head tilting back as idle fingertips trace muscles.

Boring. Am working on posts for two owed threads. I hate when my writing muscle cramps up.

Head snaps up, light brown eyes focusing on the man next to me...

Hey, when did I become the help?

Draining my glass, I slip closer, until I can straddle his lap.

And also~why are you hardly EVER here when I am??

A cocked head, a quirked eyebrow, a husky laugh
 
He chuckles and then takes another quick sip of his drink, sighing as he enjoys the feel of the burning building up in his gut. "I know what it is to have writer's block, darlin'. Also, you became the help when you started picked up the jobs of the staff, ie, refreshing drinks." He smiles wickedly as she moves closer to straddle his lap, and he takes another quick sip of his beverage before setting it off to one side.

"I suspect that the reason I'm not usually here at the same time as you is something of a timezone issue, but I can't seem to get to sleep tonight, so I'm lingering." He enjoys the sound of her husky laugh, and he leans into her, arms sliding around behind her back, as he leans to nip playfully at her neck. "So you'll have a bit of company from now up until the time I feel myself drifting off, I suppose." He grins wickedly and adjusts the way his hips are resting up against hers, wiggling slightly.

"I hope that you don't mind." Another soft laugh and then he leans his head back into his seat.
 
Head dipping, a tongue tip tracing a bit of exposed throat, teeth nipping a pulse point before rocking backward

Mind? As if...though I have a terrible habit of bouncing in and out like some sort of crazy person.

Thinks on his earlier statement, a wicked grin curving a full bottom lip

Ah, so being polite equals wait staff....gives a slow wiggle

Does that mean I get a tip?
 
He tilts his head back at feeling her tongue on his skin, tilting his head slightly into the contact. "Mmm-glad you don't mind. Though if you bounce out at some point, I might end up disappearing on you. Hard to say at this point." He traces a hand that had been rubbing at her back down to the curve of her bottom.

"Oh a tip-well I suppose you deserve one...but it seems I may have forgotten my wallet." His eyes gleam wickedly as he meets her gaze, his hips matching hers in their slow wiggles.

"Perhaps we can work something out." He chuckles lightly and then leans forward, his lips brushing quickly across hers lightly, then a bit more aggressively as he pulls her tight against him, kissing her, savoring her taste.
 
Strong, small hands drift up to capture hair and tug as mouths begin a slow dance of tasting, teasing and learning. A scent of musk, of heat, rises catching me off guard.
There is a murmur of encouragement....it's me. How odd...somehow, I back off...eyes locking to Noon's. A hesitant grin...

ummm, damn.....

A trade?
 
Noon tilts his head slightly at the feel of her hands tugging, and he sighs softly into the kiss as her tongue rakes across his. Eventually, the kiss breaks, she pulls away, and he gasps for air quickly while he can. He smiles at her grin, maintaining eye contact. "Hmm, a trade certainly sounds good to me...what exactly did you have in mind?"

He takes a deep, steadying breath, his hands still sliding naturally over her figure, continuing the gentle exploration that had begun in the kiss. He feels his hips still gently moving against hers.
 
A shiver, starting at the center of me...working it's way up and down. Heat travels, along with fingertips. I have to focus.

I have no idea.

Sliding against him, and then controlling my movements so that I don't give in to rocking. Control is my watch word...dammit. A slow grin, teeth flashing in the light, eyes tracing a face, fingertips moving to caress a throat.

However I am open to any options you feel prudent.
 
He chuckles at the revelation that she has no idea...quite the contrary to his own feeling, where the ideas are just piling up, overwhelming him, so that he can't easily focus on a single one. He growls at her, a bit disappointed when she gains control of her hips and stops rocking against him. A shame, that. Control is usually his own game. "Hmm, well...I'm sure that we'll manage to come up with something."

He tilts his head slightly as her fingers slide across his throat, and then he's squeezing at her ass aggressively and he's buried his face in her throat, kissing, nipping at her skin, and a hand drags up across her stomach to her chest. His breath is loud and quickening and he's growing more excited by the minute, compelled by her touches, and unaware that the staff has melted away around them, leaving them to their privacy. "But I hope we hurry up and figure it out...."

He growls again, softly, as he leans up to suck at her earlobe while capturing a breast in his palm.
 
A long, low groan as his hands squeeze plumpness and mouth and teeth find a sensitive earlobe. Hips want to move but I refuse. I ride myself, no one else. Hard, very hard. Twisting away from teasing lips on my ear, my teeth find the spot at the base of his throat and bite. Hips give a quick jerk. I control them. NO!

I agree...

A rumble of sound as I release flesh, fingers stroking up and over an arm before I lean back, my eyes dark with controlled passion.

I believe since I was the one who provided the service, I should get the tip, yes?

Slipping off his lap, kneeling by his feet. Mouth twisted up into a lascivious grin.

You should just go a head and lose those. I hardly ever get to indulge in oral play with a guy...
 
His breath comes in pants an heaves now, caught in this sudden moment of unabated passion. Lips and teeth everywhere, vying for supremacy, with hands dragging across skin and sensitive areas. Noon feels her hips begin to rock against his own, and he feels as though he's beginning to win a fight for dominance (of a sort) before she leans back and looks down at him, eyes in control once again. "Yeah, I think perhaps I do owe you one."

He's very surprised to see her suddenly kneeling between his legs. He perks an eyebrow at her words and then glances down at the pants he's referring to. He finds this turn of events a bit surprising. "Well that's an interesting proposal, but it would seem much like I were the one getting the tip, in this case." He chuckles, his eyes still roaming lasciviously over her figure.

"Besides, I'd hate for you to be stuck on you knees for this, after having been so generous to me." He winks and stands up, pulling her to her feet, his lips kissing hers again, tongues battling for the upper hand in each others' mouths, before he briefly breaks the kiss. "Besides, I'd be disappointed if I didn't get the opportunity to see some of your more...aggressive...attributes." He chuckles into the kiss and then his hands are inside her top, rubbing across her sensitive flesh as he's struggling to peel it over her head.
 
Wicked grin as his words and mouth make thought difficult for a few long moments

Ah, I never said I would remain on my knees or fully dressed.

Stepping away, unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it away. Breasts overspill the demi cup bra I wear, luckily it has a front closure and is easily removed. My eyes lock to Noon's.

Matter of fact I prefer to be naked when I am getting my tip...

Leaning down, untying one boot and then the other before toe-ing them off. Finally, sliding fitted pants over plump hips and down until they pool at my feet. I scoop them up and toss them behind me~aiming for the pile that contains the shirt and bra.

Black lace thongs are all that I have left. I refuse to lose them. A slow grin, eyes wide, I pose for his pleasure~hip jutted to one side, breasts unbound and pierced.


Now, will you stop being difficult and give me what I want?

I am short. Five feet nothing~all curves and muscle. I press myself against him and go up on tip toe to brush a soft kiss just beneath his chin...
 
Noon moans softly as she breaks the kiss, but she quickly pulls away, disregarding how much he was enjoying her tongue. He watches intently and then smiles at her words. "Ah, very well. I'd hate to let you get away too easily." Noon laughs, very softly, and then his tongue wets his lips as her top disappears, quickly followed by her bra, revealing her soft, pleasantly swelling breasts.

As she begins undoing her boots, he leans back against the chair for moment, enjoying the bit of a show he's getting, watching as her pants slide down. His eyes light up at the pose she strikes, but he has to resist the urge to pout once he realizes that her thong is not coming off. Her words, however, make him smile. This time it's a request, rather than a suggestion, which seem a change for the better-even the way she words her request. "Hmm, very well, I suppose I can be accommodating."

He enjoys the feel of her soft lips on his chin, and then it's his turn to undress. He can't help but slide a hand across her chest and fondle a pierced nipple quickly before he reaches down and peels off his shirt...still standing right in front of her, close enough to kiss. He tosses his shirt toward the same pile her clothes are in, and then reaches down to his pants obligingly. His shoes are simply kicked off, and his pants slide down his hips and he bends over to pull those off his ankles as well, tossing them in the same direction. Now he's in his boxers, she in her thong, inches away from each other. He can't help but reach down to her sumptuous ass and cupping it, wanting little more than to lift her up and plunge his cock into her...but he's honoring her request. "Thanks ver nice for such a police request."[/B

He grins at her all too sweetly then peels his shorts over his cock, looping it over the protrusion, then peels those down his legs and fires them away somewhere. He steals one more quick kiss from her lips and then drops back into his seat.
 
Eyes gaze appreciatively as Noon fits words to actions. I love it when a man does as he is asked. My brain goes into hyper drive once nothing blocks my sight but his boxers...and then he brushes a kiss over my mouth, tosses those away and flops back....

Nice...

Husky murmur, low alto cooing. A few steps have me back at the couch and his side. Finger tips touch tight nipples and pluck them. Leaning in, I allow my mouth to do the same~teeth grazing sensitive flesh before drifting downward.

I am still standing, not ready yet for that last step. I hate it when any one tries to control themselves around me. Bugs me. He needs proper seducing. No jumping face first onto a warm cock and gobbling like I have no upbringing.

Pointed, sharp nails travel over chest and belly. Mouth and teeth follow, stroking heat and wetness onto taut flesh. He tastes of salt and male animal. Sexy. Eventually, I return to my original position.

Ready? Hold still.

Warm mouth swoops down over the head, while a pink tongue flattens and caresses the spot just beneath it. Right hand strokes up, over the shaft. Left hand teases his scrotum with soft touches and light tickles.

Building a rhythm, taking my time. Stretching my mouth.
 
Noon seats himself still as she approaches him, and he swallows slightly as he looks at her body, really appreciating the ideal view. As she stops in front of him and drags her nails across his nipples, he sighs softly, enjoying the touch-her when he teeth come to graze across them, he hisses slightly, not exactly used to such treatment.

He tries to keep himself mostly composed while she lowers her nails across his stomach, but his basic instincts seem to drive him when her tongue and teeth follow the journey south across his muscled abs. He swallows while his hips jerk once, quickly, and then bring himself back into control, nodding himself as he sees her sliding to her knees.

"I'm ready whenever you are." He gives her a nod, ignoring her order to hold still, acting as though that will be his own decision. Which was going to be his idea all along.

He watches her intent concentration on his cock, and he moans softly as he feels the way her skilled tongue moves along it. Her hand is on his shaft, his scrotum, and suddenly she's got him nearly gasping for breath with her technique, his body tight and burning up with excitement. He's fighting to control his breathing. He's fighting to maintain his composure-and his hand is cupping the back of her head, encouraging her to drive his composure away.
 
I allow my mouth to fill with wetness and drop my head further, opening my mouth wider. The pulse is beating under my tongue, coursing up under the skin that my mouth encircles. Hand clenches and releases with each up and down, in and out, motion.

I know he is trying to control his reactions. Doesn't matter. I will win, eventually. He can't fight forever. Raising myself slightly for more leverage, I bob my head, taking his length deeper, hollowing my cheeks. Hands speed up, nails flicking and tickling and caressing the shaft, his scrotum, in tandem with my suckling mouth.

I can't throat this way....the angle is all wrong. I can take him deeper. I move to sit beside him, twisting my torso so that I can keep my mouth attached. It is difficult, but I manage. Hands maintain their respective grips but my mouth eases back until I am comfortable. I release his cock with an audible *pop* and whisper to him...

Put your hands in my hair.....and guide...

Mouth goes back down. The angle is better, my tongue maintains a constant side to side motion as I swallow inch after inch. Slowly. One doesn't rush this sort of thing.
 
Noon watches, impressed, as she crawls up onto the chair, her mouth remaining sealed on his throbbing cock, as her body settles in next to him. His cock head is literally on fire at this point and his mind is swimming with sensation. She pops off the head of his cock, and the sound is so sexy, that he almost doesn't pay attention to her words.

He watches as her mouth lowers again, and his hands reflexively do as she asks, curling in her short hair and holding her head, guiding her down his length. He can when it hits her throat and starts sinking in, pushing deeper into her, and her tongue drags along his length as he pushes into her. "Oh fuck!" These are the first words he's uttered since his cock went into her mouth, and they merit a concession.

He begins urging her head up and down on his length, his breathing coming faster and heavier now, punctuated by brief moans as he fights for some measure of control even though he's very close to cumming in her mouth. "Shit... He's closer than he realized...
 
I have him. On his next upward thrust, I allow my mouth to open to it's widest and relax my throat and tongue. There is a slight click and then the head is just at the back of my mouth. I swallow, moan loudly and come up.

Again. Hand is weighing his scrotum, still teasing. The mouth, though? It's serious. Sucking, slamming down until I can just about feel the brush of hair at his groin against my nose and full lips.

There is more pulsing, his body trembling beneath the onslaught. He is helping in his own loss of control with each thrust up, each push down. It became easier. I just had to time....my....breathing.

Swallow. Tongue swirling up. Wetness bathing the head, the length. Hand pushing down. Tongue flat. Swallow.

Again....again
 
Noon's eyes fell shut beneath the relentless rush of her head against his groin, the suck sensation against his cock breaking down his last resolve of self control. After a moment he's moaning and gasping noisily with each motion like a rank amateur. Part of him resented this, causing his breathing to come with a slight growl, but the greater part reveled in it.

His hips rocked up and down now as he fucked against her face, and he felt his balls tightening beneath the stimulation, preparing to explode. He gasped one more time, as he felt it start in on him, and then cried out. "Oh Fuck Luna!"

His cock erupted in her mouth and throat, and he felt his seed spewing out against her tongue, pumping up repeatedly, wave after wave, shooting upward into her like a geyser. His blood boils and he delights in it, riding the sensations as they last, loving every second. And all too soon, it's over. His weight collapses back into the chair, his hands still gently resting on her head.
 
He tried to drown me, I think. I swallowed. Swallowed. Swallowed. Thought it would go on forever. But finally, he stopped. It stopped. There was silence. He tasted salty, slightly sweet~like taffy.

I eased up, gasping. Wiping the bits that had dribbled down my chin, relaxing my cheeks for the first time since I had asked for my tip. A grin, eyes bright...sparkling.

Thank you...see how much easier it is when you just give me what I want.

Husky laughter and then I slipped away, back to our pile of clothing. Stepping out of my thongs, I tossed then to Noon with a murmured Something for you to remember me by...and then proceeded to slide into my clothing.

.
 
He grins and then glances at her, catching the tossed thong, holding onto it. He quickly follows her in getting himself redressed, but he can't resist a quick grope at her butt as he slides past her. "Easier...perhaps." He winks playfully at her.

"Now, you've seriously kept me up past my poor bedtime. Gonna have a rough day tomorrow-certainly worth it. I'll just have to get you back some other time." He smirks at her and brushes a quick kiss across her lips before he slips out.
 
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