I take her wrist and pull her up and away from the boxes we are supposed to be sorting. I've had enough of that, my patience has been exhausted, and into the ensuing boredom my impish nature has crept. We move quickly along the paths between the junk piles who offer clutter but little concealment in this well-lit basement. She knows that as well so I'm unsure if the quicken pulse I feel under my fingers is excitement or nervousness. At the back was an antique table of shocking weight but, thankfully, also ease of disassembly. I had just helped bring it down and it was the only free space down here.
She squeaked as I swung her up onto the high table and I chuckled, "Can't have that."
My fingers snaked up her thighs, drawing her long dress with them, before digging in hard and suddenly. Her naked bum slapped loudly against the table as with one quick pull I lifted her hips and drew off panties that might not have told me if she was nervous but were definitive she was excited. Instantly and obediently she propped herself up on her elbows and opened her mouth, eagerly accepting the bunched up garment I forced in. My hand lingered on her chin in warm and gentle caresses, then closed like iron as I pushed her down and titled her head back.
Above the sound of my opening zipper I whispered through a devilish smile, "Keep a careful watch now, anyone could be down to see how we're doing, you know how they don't trust us young people."
If she had a response to that it was lost in the moan that almost overwhelmed the gag as I slammed into her. It was true we could be disturbed at any moment and I would prefer not to be found in such a position. Though at that moment to think about anything else, and given the way her silky warmth quivered around me she was having the same problem. Her legs tried to close around me, pull me deeper into her, but I caught one with my free hand and pushed it away. Wrapping my arm around her to drag her body back onto me even while pinning her neck with my other hand. I pounded into her, daring the table beneath her to slide, to warble, to make some noise to give us away. She reached down with one hand, her clit screaming the cries denied to her in a bid for attention. Her frenzied fingers attacked the nub as ruthlessly, stabbing both of us with her long fake nails.
Biting back a curse I manage to grunt out, "Together" not a moment too soon.
Slamming home her spasms attempted to crush me as my mind went perfectly and blissfully blank. Trembling I had to use both hands to brace myself on the table as I slumped over her. My teeth found the damp fabric and pulled it aside for a tired but passionate kiss. Taking the discarded gag and sliding it into my pocket I quickly straightened my clothes. She did the same with a curious glance at my pocket.
Ignoring her unspoken question I just smiled and said, "Come on, let's find a snack."
And without another word I lead her out of the basement and into the church proper.
