allbedestroyed | A black tie adventure with doesntsing

A grin slowly spreads across her face. “Did you think I’d say no?”

In case that isn’t direct enough, Midge leans back against the booth, her body pressed to Robert’s side. “Yes. I’d like that.”

His own smile appears to mirror hers. "I'm not going to pretend I can predict a thing you do."

That answer, perfect as it is, earns her a slow, deep kiss. Then he downs the last of his drink and slides out of the booth so that he can offer her a hand.

Midge downs what’s left of her drink and places her hand in Robert’s. He pays for their drinks and then they head out, back to the car and his hotel room.

She’s nervous now. It’s nothing to do with him, only the typical jitters that a first time can bring. What if she does or says something silly or he doesn’t find her body attractive?

Muldoon is not worrying about Midge finding him unattractive at this stage. He's certain she will tell him one way or another if there's something she doesn't like. She's outspoken like that, and he appreciates it.

Instead he's focused on, as they said earlier, making the most of the time they have. As soon as the door is closed, he cups her face in his hands and kisses her. Deep, careful kisses as he walks her backwards to push her against a wall so that she doesn't have to worry about keeping her balance as they get to know each other better.

Midge’s heart pounds in her chest as he backs her against a wall. Now that they’re in private, she doesn’t have to be as polite with her touches and kisses. She runs her fingers through Robert’s hair as her mouth opens against his. Her tongue darts against his lips, seeking entrance. Her other hand rests on his chest, feeling his heartbeat under her fingertips.

Lips part for her tongue, and for his, all while his hands slide down along her body. She must be the slimmest lady he's ever seen, ever felt. All his own desire barely held back does little in the way of keeping his naturally rough touch light. Though the more he touches, the closer he wants to get.

Soon enough he's pulling off his jacket and getting it off and away, littering the rest exceptionally neat room. An effort which he has to pause after to kiss Midge all over again.

Midge has a slim waist, but curves where it counts, as Robert will soon find out. Feeling his hands on her body makes her shiver in delight.

Once his jacket is off and he returns to her, their kisses turn hot and desperate. Midge doesn’t care if she’s messing up her lipstick, though her cosmetics are high end. They tend to stay in place. Without removing her mouth from his, Midge paws at his bow tie, digging at the knot blindly until shes able to get it undone and pulls it off.

Muldoon is more than happy to continue kissing Midge while she figures out his bow tie. When her hands move to his shirt he lets himself get distracted by her neck.

Then, without warning, he scoops her up so that he can continue kissing her as he brings her over to the bed. When he sets her down, his hands move along her body, seeking out how to get that lovely dress off of her.

She lets out a little cry of delight when he picks her up and she wraps her arms around his neck. He places her down on the bed and is feeling around on her sides. Looking for the zipper, she realizes.

“It’s in the back.” Midge rolls onto her side so that Robert can find it and pull it down. “There’s a corset sewn into the dress, so you’ll need to unhook that too.”

Once he gets the zipper down her back, he should see the black mesh-like fabric held together with eye hooks. Hopefully he knows how to undo those. It’ll be practice for undoing her bra soon afterwards.

"Thanks for the tips."

Maybe it's been a while, but he doesn't remember undressing women being as involved as disassembling a gun. He's going to do his best to continue trying to keep things sexy. It helps that his touch is firm, not wavering, and he has an excellent poker face.

If none of that works, he can hope that his slow, deep kisses can distract her until he gets the last hook loose.

There are a lot of underpinnings that help make women look good in clothing. Robert should be thankful they’re not living a hundred years earlier, otherwise he’d have far more layers to take off and an actual laced corset to untie. This is relatively light by comparison.

Midge returns the kiss while he works. When she feels that he’s unhooked the dress completely, she pulls back and sits up. She takes her arms out of the dress and lets it fall to her waist, then puts her feet on the floor. Standing up, she takes the dress off fully, stepping out of it. She lays it carefully over a chair. As mentioned, it’s a Dior. Midge would prefer that nothing happen to it.

She’s less concerned about the underwear that she’s left in, white lace bra and panties with a matching garter belt and nude colored stockings. More things for Robert to undo, but if he’s rough with these, she won’t be that upset. Midge takes a moment to slip off her heels, then rejoins him on the bed.

“You’re overdressed.”

There is a split second where he almost worries when she pulls away. Concerns which vanished immediately upon seeing what she was doing. He's certainly not going to disapprove of someone taking care of their clothes. He values tidiness as much as she apparently does. Though at this particular point his thoughts are elsewhere.

It takes a second for him to stop admiring her when she speaks.

"I needed the head start," he insists with a smile.

The shoes are quickly dealt with first, to tuck them neatly to one side. He can, at least kiss her while he takes off his shirt, half folds it and tosses it onto a nearby chair. His chest is one of dark, soft hair which trails down his stomach, interrupted by scars here and there, mostly of the mauling or biting variety. It's a miracle he managed to keep most of them in places easily hidden by his uniform.

All of this is forgotten by the warden who is far more concerned with pulling Midge close to kiss her, and to let his hands roam across her soft skin.

“That’s fair,” Midge concedes. She watches as he undresses, as fastidious about his clothing as he is about everything else. Midge wonders if he was ever in the military. He would probably enjoy that sense of order.

Then he’s half naked and she’s wondering about other things.

Her eyes scan over his chest, marking the scars, but also the definition of the muscles in his arms and his chest. Her fingers tangle in his chest hair as she kisses him. Yes, she likes what she sees.

“Very masculine,” she murmurs. “You even smell masculine.” Midge buries her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his aftershave and kissing the stubble there.

Feminist though she may be, Midge can appreciate a man who has masculine qualities and is a true gentleman as well.

Muldoon would share his thoughts that being a gentleman a key part of masculine if the topic were being discussed. Instead he's enjoying the beautiful woman kissing him.

Being someone who lives and works primarily around men who need to stay fit for work, it seems a little strange for Midge to be fixated on his masculinity. But then, this is the city, and it wouldn't be the first time a city woman has enjoyed the difference between him and the average city man.

All of these thoughts are fleeting compared to the focus on the here and now. Muldoon rolls them over so that Midge is laying down and he has free rein to let his hands explore her all over again. He'll get to removing her remaining clothing, but he's doing his best not to rush things. Although that may become difficult as his hands move over his bra and he immediately wishes it wasn't there. He's getting the hang of this now, though, and he slips a hand underneath her back to deal with the offending piece of clothing.

There are probably men in the city like him, ones who work jobs that are more blue collar, and thus Midge does not have a lot of interaction with them. Seems she’s been missing out.

Midge finds that she enjoys being on her back with Robert on top of her, running his hands all over her body. When she realizes that he’s trying to take off her bra, she raises up off of the bed a little in order to aid him. He’s able to quickly undo the eye hooks and then pull the bra off of her.

Her breasts are fantastic, something that she knows to be a fact, and she stretches out underneath him so that he can get a good look. They’re slightly bigger than her frame, full but perky, with perfect pink nipples, now hardened to peaks thanks to his attention and the cool air of the room.

Midge looked wonderful in her dress and shoes and makeup, but this is so much better. If it wasn't for how much tighter his trousers feel, Muldoon would forget them completely as he gives Midge all due attention.

There's a bit of a growl when he descends to kiss her again, his palms enjoying the fullness of her breasts. He trails kisses down her neck and to her bosom and he gets a little distracted there before his own discomfort overcomes his preoccupation.

The warden slides away (albeit reluctantly) to stand and get the rest of his clothing off. Briefs, trousers and socks come away at the same time. Efficiency so that all it takes is one fold, one toss, and he can return to Midge. While he does this Midge's concerns about his interest can be thoroughly put aside. His cock stands ready and eager and large, though his muscular thighs proportion things out nicely. He isn't thinking about this, and so he doesn't pause for her. Instead he sees one more set of clothing to be removed and if Midge wants any care for her clothes she might have to interrupt his playfully rough removal of her own underwear.

That growl goes straight through her, ending between her legs where she can feel herself practically throbbing for him. Midge’s eyes flutter closed as he cups one of her breasts in his hand, his lips making their way down to the other one. A little sigh of pleasure comes from her mouth as she sifts her hands through his hair and down his back.

When Robert pulls away to take off the rest of his clothing, Midge props herself up on her forearms to watch. The image of him naked before her is very distracting, her eyes on his hard cock. She lets out a little “oh” at the sight of him. Being a Jew and having slept with Jews, Midge has never actually seen an uncircumcised penis before. It does nothing to dampen her enthusiasm. Altogether, he’s very well built and there’s obvious desire in her eyes as he returns to the bed.

Robert reaches to pull her underwear off and Midge is broken from her reverie. “Wait,” she says. “Garters first.” They’re attached to her nylons on top of the underwear, and if he tries to pull her underwear down without undoing them first, it will probably not so much rip as become a tangled mess. Midge reaches down and quickly unsnaps her garters, then puts a hand behind her back to undo the eye hooks holding her garter belt together.

“Now,” she tells him, indicating that he call pull the underwear down her legs.

[ OOC: I made an assumption about his body there that I can change if it’s incorrect. ]

It would never occur to Muldoon that Midge's experience might be with a different kind of cock. The only thing that matters is that she still looks interested after that little 'oh'. Since she seems more than happy to continue, he won't give it another moment's thought. Especially not when there are other things to pay attention to.

Everything is so complicated. He's glad for her help, otherwise he might have snapped something elastic somewhere uncomfortable. Instead he's able to pull down her underwear without incident.

Now, with them much more free, Muldoon climbs back on top of Midge so that they can feel skin against skin, where there is warmth and wetness in all the right places. He gets back to kissing her, to feeling her, as if reminding her how much he likes her after their brief time apart.

((No problem! 100% right!))

Midge’s stockings are still on, but she’s not terribly concerned about them. They’ll come off eventually.

Her hands run over his chest and she lets out a ragged breath. She wants to feel his hands all over her body. Midge is used to a bit more chatter in bed, but Robert is much more stoic. She won’t push him to talk, but hopefully he won’t mind if she has a few things to say.

“Robert…” Midge picks up one of his hands and kisses the back of it before moving it down between their bodies, below her waist and between her legs. “Touch me?”

Not only does she just enjoy the idea of him touching her, she wants to show him how wet she is for him, how aroused he makes her. Robert doesn’t seem to doubt it at this stage, but she wants him to feel the tangible proof.

Unlike Midge, Muldoon has never been one for speaking more than he has to. Especially with something so primal and intimate, he much prefers to show his enthusiasm rather than tell it, where he'd almost definitely say something stupid. He has no such concerns about his partners speaking, certainly not Midge.

As she learned in the car, he is good at taking direction, and follows her hand down to touch her. This, however, is something he's not practiced in a long, long time. His hands are warm, at least, but he'll gladly take any more direction she gives. As his calloused fingers touch the thick wetness and use it to smooth his touch when he rubs her clit, he asks in a low rumble, "Like this?"

“Yes,” she gasps in response. Midge can tell that he seems a little hesitant. She knows nothing about his love life, but would hazard a guess that it’s been a little while since he’s been with someone.

One of her legs slides up over her hip, opening her further for him. Robert’s welcome to touch her all over, however he wants to, though she will give him some direction to start with. Midge reaches down again and adjusts his fingers, moving them up slightly.

“Yes, there,” she says when he starts to rub her again. “Like that…” It’s a more direct touch than before and Midge can feel her pleasure rising in response.

As Muldoon demonstrated in the car, he's good at taking direction, and Midge is very good at giving it. She gasps and moves beneath him with each touch, and he chases those sounds, that confirmation of her pleasure. It transfixes him, watching her react to every motion his fingers make, so that he almost forgets to kiss her. Almost, except that it only makes him want her more.

To release some of that growing need, he descends on her again, the kisses along her neck peppered with light biting. His free hand returns to feeling out the roundness of her breast, and he savours each part of her he can touch.

Eventually, though, he can't resist. He ends up growling in her ear, "I want you."

His touch is so thoroughly enjoyable that Midge finds herself getting lost in it. Her pleasure only rises when he kisses her again and lays little bites down her neck. Robert’s lips on her ear, the words he growls to her - she can’t help but moan in response.

“Take me,” she gasps. Midge is sure that he’ll move her into whatever position he wants her in to do that. She trembles with the anticipation of feeling him push inside her.

Given how comfortable and happy she is right here and now, he's not about to move her. Not yet.

Hot and ready and already slicked up for her, he takes her splayed leg in his arm to help support her and as an excuse to hold her. He does his best not to go too fast, letting her adjust as his cock enters her, until he's so close to fully inside of her that he can't help the last thrust.

Here he pauses, to make sure she's ok, to kiss her and let her breathe before he pulls out again, and thrusts back inside. Slowly at first, but that won't last.

She feels herself open even more widely when he grips her leg, and then he’s positioning himself to push into her. Her walls stretch around his cock and the expression on her face changes as he moves further and further into her. There’s a little gasp and a soft oh when he pushes in to the hilt; having given birth to two kids, she can take him. It’s just the sensation of being filled for the first time by him that makes her gasp.

He pauses to let her get used to him, something she appreciates before he starts moving again. Midge returns the kiss, then nods eagerly to him.

“Yes…” Robert can keep going. She’s ready to push back against his thrusts.

A black tie adventure with doesntsing

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