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The Only Time

A Little Less Conversation

“I’m bored,” I sigh, laying my head against Louis’ shoulder.

“Well, what do you want to do?” He asks, intertwining his fingers with mine.

I tilt my head against the back of my coach. “I’m not sure,” I reply.

There is a moment of silence. “I know!” Louis exclaims. “We could go swing dancing! How would you like that?”

“That sounds perfect! How about you go home so we can both get changed into our costumes and then we’ll meet our front of my flat building?” I suggest.

“Sounds like a plan!” Louis grips me by the arms and plants a sweet kiss on my lips and then he is out the door.

I immediately burst into action—shower, hair, makeup. I then dig deep into my closet for my swing-style dress, lace-up heels and vintage jewelry. I am dressed and I finish off my look with a classic red lip. I leave my flat with a bright smile on my face.

Louis picks me up and we head over to the swing club. Swing has become increasingly popular and is the kind of dance people did back in the 1950’s. It is high energy and involves lifts, flips and quick steps. I have not done it in a long time, but I am up for the challenge!

“Are you ready for this, Maggie?” Louis asks me, taking my hand as we enter the building.

“Ready as I’ll ever be!” I grin at him proudly.

The carpet is a deep crimson and 50’s-style posters are framed on the wall of the walkway. I hear the boom of music erupt from the dance hall. I grow exceedingly excited to the point where I am shaking.

Louis and I run out onto the dance floor and start swingin’! I took ballroom dance as a kid so I am quite good and Louis is fast on his feet from playing football, so it is a perfect matchup.

We begin with simple moves; holding our hands, my arm on Louis’ shoulder and his on my waist. We waltz our way across the hardwood floor and then we add some quickstep action! Our feet, moving at the speed of light, move in synchronicity as my foot goes between his legs. I then spread mine and he puts his between them.

Louis and I continue to make our way around the dance floor, soaking up the atmosphere and smiling from ear to ear. With the music being too loud, Louis just gives me a look and I nod. I jump up and he grabs my hips, sliding me between his legs and then swinging me high up in the air. The music and lights all flash through the movement. I feel like I am flying. I have never felt so alive. Well, maybe at another time…

“Follow me,” I scream over the blasting music.

“Where are we going?” Louis asks, belting his words out.

“Just, c’mon,” I urge, taking his hand and leading him through the crowded room to a more secluded place. We find a private room in the back of the club. The walls, carpet and couches are doused in a deep red. It is definitely seductive. “Sit down,” I command.

Louis follows orders and I take a seat next to him. Our faces get closer and closer to each other, with the muffled sounds of the music in the distance. Our lips meet and an explosion of passion erupts from us. I grip Louis’ head and his hands travel along my waist before he pulls me onto his lap.

I grind myself into his crotch, kissing his neck and behind his ear—his sweet spot. He moans as I pull down his suspenders and unbutton his shirt. I kiss his chest, leaving lipstick streaks all over, but he likes that. Louis slides his hands into my panties and massages my me, causing a release an exaggerated groan. I continue to kiss Louis, our tongues gliding past one another in an erotic dance.

I just cannot take Louis’ glorious fingers anymore and I try my best not to scream out. I pull his hand out and I drop to my knees. I roll the palm of my hand over Louis’ crotch, feeling his hardness. I lick and nip as his pants, driving him crazy. I unbutton his pants and I pull out his member.

“Do it already!” Louis practically screams in desperation.

I laugh to myself and open my mouth, gripping his shaft with my hand. I slide my head back and forth, slow at first and then faster and faster, along with my hand. With my mouth and hand in synchronicity, I stroke him at such a rate that it would make any porn star jealous.
Speaking of porn stars, I gather my knowledge from the adult films I have seen and add to the experience. I spit and lick all over Louis’ member. I begin to moan to get him going even more.

“Oh, God,” Louis coughs out as he digs his fingernails into the couch. “Keep going, almost there,” he whispers with eyes squeezed shut.

Continuing to bob my head up and down and raise and lower my fist, I slide my mouth off. I rub his balls with my hands and place my tongue at the base of his shaft. Slowly, I run my tongue up his hard member and then I kiss his tip. I put it back in my mouth and continue to suck him off.

Louis throws his head back as he reaches climax. I then notice that his face and chest are all sweaty and his hair is all out of sorts.

“Ooh, baby, you’re so good at that,” Louis says out of breath.

“Practice makes perfect.” I wink at him seductively.

I help Louis zip his pants back up and then I crouch down on his lap once more. I kiss him deeply—as deep and as passionate as I can make it. Louis’ hands make their way to my waist once more and then travel down to my bum. I break the kiss, inhaling Louis’ taste, sensing the sweat and the smell of sex in the air.

“Shall we go home to finish what we’ve started?” I suggest.

“I think we shall,” Louis whispers, planting a sweet kiss on my forehead.

I stand up and hold out my hand; Louis takes it and I pull him off the couch. I put my shoes back on and attempt to fix in my hair and lipstick. Louis buttons up his shirt and pulls his suspenders back on. We walk out of the crimson room to the dance floor and back out the entrance, feeling excited and turned on that no one knows what we did in that back room.

Notes

I've been shopping for vintage prom dresses and I felt like putting a vintage flare into this imagine. So it took so long. I had the ACT and MME testing this past week and I didn't feel much like writing. Requests are still closed. I will let you know when those are back up. Anyway, hope you liked this!

Maggie's Outfit: http://tinyurl.com/oh4zeb4
Title Credit: "A Little Less Conversation (JXL Radio Edit Remix)" by Elvis Presley

Comments

I love these! You're an amazing writer! (:

Thank you so much I really loved it! Totally worth the wait.

@moonwalker

Sorry but requests are currently closed! I have like five of them to do. Lol.