Today there was a second show for the rest of the designers. We had a special designer who was Dutch who had flown in to headline. He was famous for having dressed the royal family along with other Hollywood stars. I didn’t know much about fashion, let alone about other designers other than Dovile but I was excited to meet him.
Derrick looked starry eyed at me today. His energy was whipped to mine. I had changed my look quite suddenly for a second time, this time much more classy. I wore a tight lace black mesh top with a long skirt that had sheer stripes that revealed my lace stockings. My image appeared that of a dark and feminine sensual woman. It was much more appealing in comparison to the baggy fleece-lined hiker clothes I was used to wearing.
His eyes were drenched with lust for me which made it beyond easy to manage/control him. He complimented how good I looked then started talking about how his day went. I acted as if I wasn’t listening and instead was getting ‘head over heels’ distracted by his face.
“Mm, I just find you so cute,” I said, subliminally letting him know to stop talking and just fuck me already. “I’ll find you later,” I said then went to the show.
The show was phenomenal. As designers, it was Dovile’s and I first time actually seeing a show from an audience’s perspective. We were used to being backstage, usually in panic trying to get our models sorted out and into our designs. Back there, it is chaos—half naked women ripping off their clothes, randomly yelling to get things in order and usually panic tears on the designer’s end thinking that all hell will break loose if the vision they have for their line is not captured perfectly.
As the designer, you don’t see any part of the show or what is happening because you’re in a complete adrenaline rush trying to get everything on properly. In the front of the show, everything appears presentable and picture-perfect. It was such a healing experience to actually see it from this end and understand that it is never as bad as it seems. At the same time, I have so more respect for designers and what they go through just to follow their dream of fashion/art.
I also came to realize that fashion wasn’t really that much of a passion for me. My biggest passion is backpacking and that is why I make dresses. I make pieces that remind me of the trail along with it just being a fun way for me to express my sexuality and kinks around being tied up. I noticed when I spoke to other designers, their heart was so in it just as mine was into hiking. If I were to have a chance to speak about fashion, it would somehow lead to the trail and guiding people to the world of thru-hiking.
During intermission, I could feel Derrick looking at me while I was talking to other people and vice versa. Eventually, he walked up to me while I was conversing with one of his friends.
I placed my hand on his shoulder. “Are you on break?” I asked, looking at him as if there was only one correct answer and he better not fail.
“Yeah,” he said.
“Follow me.”
I didn’t know where I was taking him but I came off as really confident so I had to roll with it. I was even fooling myself that I had an idea of where I was leading him. We walked through crowds of people then I took his hand and led him outside. I quickly decided to turn left, guiding him into a dark corner of the building.
I could tell I was making him nervous and that it was out of the blue but I was already in deep. I didn’t even care if there was a possibility of getting rejected. I just grabbed his face and started making out with him. He was great, even better that he was fully into it. I went in to feel his bulge and he was about to burst through his jeans. Fuck, I never met a guy who got hard that instantaneously.
He grabbed my tits then pushed me up against the building while I lifted my leg over his hip. He played with my pussy over my lace pantyhose, grabbing desperately at her. There were people coming, which I’m pretty sure he assumed I would warn him of because they were technically in my view not his. I just kept going with the scene but he stopped in his tracks once he spotted them.
We went back inside, my glasses were smeared from making out with his face. Dovile laughed at my actions, but not surprised by them in the slightest. I still didn’t accomplish my mission of fucking him. There was an after party occurring which I really didn’t want to go to. I knew he would be there but I didn’t feel like elongating the process of what was clear we both wanted. I’d rather get it over with so I could spend time doing shit I actually wanted to do.
Derrick sat down next to me on the bench while people around us socialized. I leaned back into my palms and spread my chest open flirtatiously.
I crossed my legs and said, “You can sit closer to me.”
He chuckled then scooted closer. I enjoyed picking up on his scent.
“I like your tattoos. Can you show me some of them?” he asked, in an attempt to steer the conversation from something sexual. He still didn’t know who he was dealing with.
“Yeah, go ahead and lift up my shirt,” I said.
He blushed and laughed. “There’s people everywhere.”
“I know, I love it.”
“You’re very playful,” he said.
“Am I?”
“Yes. It’s all in your eyes.”
“Mm, is it?” I asked, playing oblivious.
I enjoyed that there were people all within a couple of feet of us. We were appearing to have a completely normal conversation when it was anything but that.
I let out a slight moan, exuding sex out of my energy field. My chest rising and falling in heat.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked.
“You,” I said as I looked at his cock then up at his eyes. “Thinking about your taste.”
He rubbed his eyes, unable to keep up with my remarks. We both laughed then his friend came over to tell him he was hungry and wanted to go grab something.
“Mm, I’m super hungry, too,” I said very flirtatiously as I looked back over at Derrick.
Completely oblivious to what I meant, he goes, “Yeah, me, too! What are you hungry for?”
I continued to stare at him until he got it. Then, he put his head down and chuckled. “Wow, you really need it to calm down, don’t you?”
I wasn’t about to tell him it would actually make it worse if anything. Instead, I nodded in agreement.
His friend walked away, although I didn’t mind if he listened to the bantering. “Right now, I’m thinking about taking you somewhere behind the building.” I laughed, suddenly remembering how biting cold it was outside. “But inside this time,” I added.
He agreed then asked, “You wanna go check it out?” He looked over my shoulder. “I see some dark areas we can explore.”
“Or,” I said, “there’s a bathroom.”
“There is a bathroom,” he agreed.
“Why don’t we go?”
“Yes,” he said as if hesitating and trying to gather up his courage to stand up. “You want to?”
“Yes,” I giggled. “Lead the way.”
He paused again, then fidgeted as he looked around and adjusted his pants.
“You need a second?” I teased.
We stood up and started walking. He got nervous when another person started walking behind us, also trying to get to the bathroom. I rolled my eyes and walked in first then Derrick followed.
Doesn’t he know by now that I like to be watched?
He set his camera down on the shelf above the toilet then locked the door. I was low key wishing he would have forgotten. I kissed him for a second while he unbuttoned his jeans and there I found that juicy gift I’ve been waiting all night for. I was so happy he was actually a cool, sexy dude who was insanely virile—and massive. Was I prepared for it? No. But I knew how to take a big cock if it came down to it.
“Take it down your throat,” he said.
I laughed. “Have you seen your cock?”
Still I tried because he believed in my slutty ways. I gagged hard but nearly took all of it down. I missed the feeling of it. I didn’t want to stop. His veins were throbbing on my tongue. I could feel each pulse with each suction. I thought he was about to burst.
“Fuck, I’m about to cum,” he said as I dug my nails into the back of his thighs. “Where do you want it?”
I didn’t say anything. I just shoved him deeper down my throat. Suddenly, someone attempted to open the door, the handle rattling. Fuck, it was so hot knowing someone was just on the other side. He flinched and pulled back. I looked up at him and smirked, then grabbed him and kept sucking.
I looked up and said, “I want you to fuck me.”
He took a breath. “Yeah? I mean I can but it won’t last long.”
“I don’t care.”
I was still on my period but I was not about to tell him that. I didn’t want any possibility losing out on feeling him. Normally I would rip a hole in the center of my tights but I wasn’t about to do that for two seconds of dick. I pulled down the lace tights, then leaned over in doggy and grabbed him from his cock from in between my legs, pulling him in. He was raging hard, I could feel he was about to bust from that action alone. I slipped him in but he only gave me half of it. As I predicted, two seconds of being in my cunt, he pulled himself out. I was losing my breath from how good it felt for the time he was inside of me. I hated being taken out of that state where everything was starry.
“I’m cumming,” he said.
He moved his dick to the side and aimed for the toilet. I must’ve looked like a mad woman when my face took the place of the toilet seat. I opened my mouth as not to miss a single shot. I grabbed the back of his thighs and pulled him in close. He starts moaning, followed by massive loads of cum filling my mouth. I was just in time.
He was so thrown off guard. “Does it taste good?” he groaned as more continued to shoot into my mouth.
I nodded as if it were drugs seething into my veins. The high was otherworldly. “Mhhhmm,” I moaned, as my knees spread out wide on the dirty bathroom floor. God, I felt I could drink cups of men’s cum if it were presented to me in wine glasses. The scent, the texture, the taste, the heat—everything about it paralyzed any sanity I had left.
I bit my lip after I finished drinking him all up. Then, I looked in the mirror, fluffed my hair and said, “Thanks for the cum!” and walked out of
the stall.
His friend was looking for him so they could leave. I blushed and felt as if I reeked of sex and cum. I hoped he could smell it off me.
“Have you seen Derrick?” he asked.
I wanted to tell him how I just got rammed, but I didn’t know who this man was in relation to him. All I knew was that he worked for the same magazine company. He could’ve been his boss for all I knew. I already got a previous photographer accidentally fired for sleeping with me so I kept my mouth shut for him.
