Velvet Doll: Part 1 (Patreon)

One after the other Tanner and Nikolai flew out of the swirling mosh pit. Hand in hand, they stumbled through the crowd, toward respite at a vacant table near the back of the venue. They pulled their sweaty, bruised bodies into a tight embrace and kissed passionately.

Outside a warm Summer breeze made for a pleasant atmosphere after a sweltering hot afternoon. But inside the venue was a vastly different story. Without air conditioning, and with the doors closed to help contain blaring punk rock and the raucous crowd, the old pub had become a sweatbox.

The two young lovers finally pulled away from their shameless make out session. Their black shirts, emblazoned with the logos of local bands, seemed to peel apart from one another like two huge strips of Velcro. It was kind of gross, but they could not have cared less. Nikolai craved the feeling of Tanner’s supple, curvy body pressed against his slim, muscular frame and she felt the same. Still, it was clearly time for another cold beverage, and it was Tanner’s turn to make the beer run.

Nikolai’s lustful gaze followed her as she disappeared into the crowd, travelling in the direction of the bar. Once she was out of sight, he returned his attention to the band and the whirling, crashing tumult of the moss pit immediately in front of the stage platform.

One of the smaller moshers took a hard hit, delivered quite unintentionally by a large, mohawked fellow who had himself been clobbered by a feisty and fully uniformed young skinhead woman. He cringed as feet clad in sneakers and boots crashed down all around the fallen comrade, but quickly hands were extended, and they were pulled up and back into the fray.

He turned back toward the bar, as if by instinct. Sure enough, he saw Tanner pushing her way through the crowd, two beers clenched in each of her upraised hands. But she was passing precariously near to the perimeter of the pit. Almost like a premonition Nikolai knew she was in trouble, but it was too late.

An errant metalhead with long black hair came tumbling backward out of the mosh pit. He crashed past several onlookers and forcefully winged Tanner before a table finally stopped his drunken collision course.

Tanner was thrown but managed to regain her balance and keep her grip on all four bottles, which were now erupting with foaming beer. She made her way to Nikolai’s side and passed him his bottles, before sucking the foam from the tips of her own and placing them on the table.

They each raised one of their bottles, clinked them together, and took a long, thirsty sip. As they removed their bottles from their lips, Tanner noticed Nikolai’s gaze drop and a smirk spread across his lips. She looked down to find that her left breast has been jostled nearly fully out of her top.

She returned his smirk, turning her back to the crowd and pulling her shirt aside to flash her soft, round breast before re-adjusting her garments. Nikolai felt his cock twitch in his jeans as he watched her. His mind wandered and he dreamt of their bodies intertwined in bed later that night.

Another clink snapped him back into the present. Tanner had banged her bottle against his and was taking another large sip. Her smirk now transformed into a full grin. He laughed and lifted his own bottle again as well.

As they were finishing the first bottle of their current round of drinks, they realized that the band was wrapping up their set. Next would be the headliner. They agreed that it was a good time to go outside to cool off a bit and get some fresh air. They quickly downed their second bottles and tromped towards the exit.

It was warm outside. But on their hot, sweaty flesh the air felt downright chilly. They both broke out in goosebumps as Tanner, a former habitual smoker, procured a couple cigarettes from a nearby Ian MacKaye lookalike.

They each took one and lit up. They stood in silence for a moment, scanning the scene for any familiar faces to go chat up. Suddenly they were interrupted by a high-pitched, fast-talking voice exclaiming “I love your hair!”

They both turned to see a petite, busty punk with a pink Chelsea-hawk, in a lowcut top and short skirt. She was staring at Tanner. “You are such a babe,” she said. “Can I kiss you; can I kiss her?” she spouted, turning her head wildly to Tanner and then Nikolai, then back again.

“Ok,” Tanner replied with a shrug. Nikolai just smiled and watched as the pink haired siren leapt enthusiastically at his partner. First their lips locked, and their tongues began to explore. Then their hands did the same, particularly those of the newcomer, which were soon aggressively groping Tanner’s ass.

When they finally disengaged, they were both smiled broadly and wiped their lips. “See you in there,” the pink one promised gleefully as she swayed back toward the entrance of the pub. Tanner and Nikolai butted out their cigarettes and made their way toward the door as well. “You should have asked for her number,” Nikolai laughed, only half jokingly.

But as they entered the venue, their eyes immediately fell upon the same giddy make out artist forcefully applying herself to a tall gangly man in surplus army fatigues. They looked at each other, shrugged, and laughed. “Back into the mosh pit?” Nikolai suggested. “Another drink first,” Tanner countered. He agreed and they veered toward the bar.

The final act was starting up as they approached their table, drinks in hand. But they found it occupied by a sullen-looking crowd of longhaired, bearded concertgoers each with their own denim vest filled mostly with patches from black metal bands with unreadable fonts.

So, instead they continued further into the back corner of the venue where a single bar table, with a long black tablecloth which draped nearly to the floor, stood unoccupied. They rested against the table and sipped at their drinks. Nikolai’s daydreams were transforming into much more immediate desires as his intoxication grew and as he replayed some of the highlights of the evening in his mind.

He pulled Tanner toward him and kissed her. Their lips moved in unison, then his tongue entered her mouth and she reciprocated. He felt her chest heaving against his own, and his cock began to strain against the fly of his jeans as it rapidly grew more and more engorged. He moved his hand to the small of her back and pulled her tightly against him, ensuring that she would feel his hardening penis pressed against her.

Simultaneously, their hazy brains remembered they were still in a public place. They detached from one another and returned to their drinks. They stood closely side-by-side for a few moments before Nikolai felt Tanner’s hand sliding down his thigh. She was leaning over the table now. Resting on her right arm while her left arm hung inconspicuously to her side. But beneath the table, obscured by the beer-stained tablecloth, her hand was now rubbing the crotch of Nikolai’s pants.

He was at full attention now. He stood upright, helping to position his cock, which stood similarly, for Tanner’s nimble fingers. She worked his shaft for the better part of a song before he felt her start to fiddle with his zipper.

After a few frustrating moments she finally wiggled it all the way down. She scanned the room to see if anyone was onto them, but they were at the back of a room full of intoxicated and distracted people during the headlining act. She saw no signs of trouble, so she slipped her fingers into her partner’s open zipper, through the fly of his boxer shorts, and around his erect cock.

She began to jack him off slowly. She was sure that if she went any faster her arm would be moving noticeably, and they would be caught. But the slippery precum she felt on her fingers told her that slowly might just do the trick. She smiled to herself as she thought about how she would tease him about having to travel home with a load of cum in his pants.

On the other hand, her own situation might not end up much better. Already the excitement of the situation had left her panties soaking wet. She desperately wanted to feel the hard cock she was caressing inside of her.

She slipped her hand back out of his pants and stood up straight. He stared at her yearningly and felt his cock twitch violently as she showed him the clear, smooth, sticky substance on her index and middle fingers, and seductively licked it off. He could hardly contain his urge to bend her over the table right there in the back of the show. But Tanner had a different idea. “I’m going to run to the washroom,” she said. With that, she abruptly departed.

The washrooms were right around the corner from their table. As she disappeared around the corner, Nikolai carefully and discretely zipped up his jeans over his still bulging hard on. He finished his beer and waited. This was the final band, he reminded himself. Soon enough he would bury himself in Tanner’s tight, warm pussy and no doubt cum as hard as he had in months.

But just then his phone buzzed. It was a text message. He opened it up and read it. Women’s bathroom, last stall. That was all that it said.

First, he wondered if she had gone crazy. But then he decided he was going in. Afterall, if he got caught, he could always show the message and claim he thought she needed help. He scanned the room. Nobody was looking in his direction, nobody was walking toward the washrooms. He hurried around the corner and then stopped. He looked over his shoulder: nothing. He peered into the women’s washroom. There was nobody to be seen. Cautiously, he made his way inside.

The stalls were lined up along the back wall of the washroom. Only one door was closed. The last stall, furthest away from the entrance. He walked toward it and pushed the door; it creaked ajar.

The first thing he saw was a smooth, naked leg. He pushed the door open further, his eyes following the leg upward, past the knee, to the thigh, and finally to the crotch. Tanner’s bare, glistening pussy was on full display. She stood before him, legs spread slightly, rubbing herself gently with one hand while dangling her damp panties from the fingers of the other. Her large tits had been pulled out of her bra and allowed to rest exposed overtop of her pulled-down top. She grinned mischievously.

Nikolai was so turned on he almost didn’t notice the sound of footsteps approaching. Quickly he darted into the stall and locked the door behind him. Tanner smiled and sat down on her jeans which were neatly folded on the seat of the toilet. She began to quietly lick his hard dick while they listened to a pair of women enter two of the far stalls. Nothing seemed to indicate that they suspected anything, but Nikolai and Tanner were beyond caring at this point anyhow.

She sucked him hungrily, then stroked it with her hand while licking his full, tender sack. The intruders were washing their hands now and beginning to make their way out of the washroom, chattering away and blissfully unaware of the scene unfolding only a few meters away.

As their footsteps faded into the distance Nikolai slid his cock between Tanner’s lips and began to thrust steadily, and deeply, into her mouth. He could feel her swallowing on the swollen, throbbing head of his manhood. His pace quickened, and her tongue slid back and forth on his shaft as he fucked her soft lips. He imagined bursting in her warm, inviting mouth, or spraying his hot jizz across her hot, rosy cheeks. But he also thought about that glistening wet pussy, which she was now furiously masturbating. No, she was getting fucked. Hard. Right now, right here.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and let it rest on her cheek as she gently kissed and licked it at the base. “Please fuck me,” she begged. He stepped back, making space for her to stand, turn around, and bend over.

His slid into her wet slit like a hot knife through butter. Outside they could still hear the pounding music, but they wondered how much time they had before the band finished and a lineup formed outside their very stall. Nikolai began to thrust deep into Tanner’s tight hole. She moaned softly, struggling to mute her desire to squeal with pleasure. She was about to lose her battle.

Nikolai’s wood pressed deeper and faster into her now, sliding all the way to the base so that his testicles pressed against her at the end of each thrust. He desperately wanted to spank her ample, round ass but restrained himself. Instead, he reached around her and began to rub her clit while his cock entered her faster and faster. He watched her tits jiggle and bounce with each thrust. His cock felt as hard as a broomstick, and nearly ready to burst.

A wave of pleasure rushed over Tanner and she felt a pulsing between her legs as she came on his hard cock. She arched her back and gripped hopelessly at the concrete wall of the washroom as Nikolai, pulled her backward, burying his cock inside her. He loved to make her squirm, and this was the perfect time to do it.

He leaned forward and began to nibble on her earlobe and fondle her soft chest while he fucked her. Soon her felt his own pleasure mounting, and then erupting, as huge spurts of warm semen filled Tanner’s tight pussy.

They held each other in that position for a moment, until the realization that they were in a public washroom rushed back into their minds. They realized they didn’t even know whether anyone else had been in and out of the washrooms since the first pair of women. It didn’t matter now, they just had to get back out to the show without being caught. Hurriedly, they dressed. Nikolai was ready first, and they agreed to exit separately, so he crept to the door and peered out.

The show was undoubtedly drawing to a close. Their tryst had concluded just in time. He rushed around the corner and, noticing their table had again been usurped, stood nonchalantly along the back wall.

A few minutes later, Tanner casually came around the corner as well. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him toward the mosh pit. There would be no teasing after-all. It would be her going home in sticky pants, not him. But first there was time for one more dance.