Era Erotica Ch. 03

Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. It is not real. It did not/will not happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.

Chapter Three: Speak Now

Codes: MF, Cons, Oral, Facial, Public

2018

Cole looked down at his phone, indecision plaguing him. Should he text Taylor, should he not? Part of him desperately wanted to continue their discussion about that late-night call. The rational part of his brain told him to let it go. He threw down his phone in frustration. He was getting mad again. She could always do this to him. No one else had the ability to worm their way into his brain like she could. Plus, every time he tried not to think about her, he ended up seeing her image plastered all over the internet, looking fine as hell on her reputation tour. He supposed he didn't have the right to be angry. All she had wanted to do was talk about them, yet again. This time though, it had seemed like something more to him. It might not be worth it. It might end up just in just another fight. There had been a few times over the years where arguments and fights had led to months of not speaking to one another. One fight in particular, stuck out in his mind. It was the worst fight they had ever had, despite the remarkable evening that had led up to it.

2010

"No way!" She said over the phone. "You're coming to LA?"

"Yea, I'm interviewing for an internship with this marketing company. While I'm out there I'm going to stay with a friend for about a week. Why? Are you going to be in town?"

"Yes! I find myself in LA a lot these days."

"Would you want to meet up?"

"Definitely!" She replied happily. "I'm thinking about it now. We'll go to dinner. I know this great place, and there's a show we can go to. I know the band. It'll be fantastic!"

"Sounds great Swift. I can't wait to see you."

"Me too Cole. Me too."

Before I knew it, I hopped on a plane and found myself in sunny LA. My friend picked me up from the airport and we passed a couple of days hanging out, taking in the sights. I had my interview and I thought it went pretty well. They said they would let me know if another couple of days. As the week came to a close, I discreetly told him I was meeting with an old friend for the evening and he shouldn't worry if I didn't find my way back to him that night. Taylor had a car sent to his address and I groomed myself, got dressed and headed out a night on the town. She was already at the restaurant when I arrived. I was ushered in by the hostess to a secluded booth in the back corner of the restaurant. There sat Taylor Swift. She looked stunning as always. Her hair had lost a bit of its curl. It was now wavier, but still blonde like honeyed wheat. Her lips were red and her eyes blue, face immaculately made up for a night out. She wore a light blue evening dress that looked both comfortable and stylish. When she saw me, she got up to greet me on matching blue heels. I hugged her and we sat down. I don't know why I was so nervous, I always felt so naturally comfortable around Taylor. Something about this setting just made it seem like we were on a formal date. She assured me a level of privacy, as she had been to this restaurant before and both the location and staff were very discreet. I had only just glanced at the menu before the waiter came over to take our drink order. As he talked about wines, I felt a delicate hand on my leg. Taylor's fingers tickled my thigh, inching up slowly towards my crotch. I tried not to bring attention to that fact as she ordered wine for both of us and the waiter left. She began to rub slowly back and forth, all while gazing at me with those crystal blue eyes. She bit her lower lip slightly.

"Umm, Taylor..." I said, clearing my throat. "What are you doing?"

"Who me? Nothing." She said in a light and airy voice, a look of mischief on her innocent face.

"Aren't you dating what's-his-face?"

"Actually...we broke up...just very recently." She said sadly.

"Oh Swift..." I said somewhat apologetically, as her hand was still on the rapidly enlarging bulge in my pants. "I'm sorry. I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I'm telling you now, beside I thought we could have some fun. It would take my mind off of it. And I know you broke up with your girlfriend."

"Still, I'm not sure this a good idea."

"Neither am I. Let's find out together."

I groaned as she squeezed the tent in my pants. Just then, the waiter came back to bring us our wine and tell us about the specialty of the night. Her hand remained firmly on my crotch; gently increasing the light stroking over my now erect cock. The waiter seemed oblivious to it, as did the other patrons of the restaurant. Above the table, her arm remained motionless, while beneath the lengthy tablecloth her fingers gripped my cock through my pants. She talked, laughed and chatted with the waiter while toying with me. Me, on the other hand was overcome with lust. She was stunning in her blue evening dress and I'd be lying to myself if I hadn't considered something like this might happen. It always seemed too whenever we got together. The bulge in my pants strained as she continued. Her fingers found my taught fly and slowly, agonizingly, unzipped my slacks. Her hand wormed its way inside my pants, through the gap in my underwear and fished out my cock, standing tall at attention in her firm grip. She slowly and methodically began to stroke up and down.

Will this waiter ever shut up? I thought to myself as she stroked me.

I looked at her and she smiled slyly at me, even as she returned to her conversation with the waiter. Now the manager had come over to see that her needs were attended too. I gripped the edge of the table hard. Taylor knew exactly how hard to squeeze and how fast to stroke. It had been months since anyone had touched me like this. Or maybe it was just the thrill of being jacked off under the table at this fancy restaurant.

"Sir? Are you ok? Is there anything you require?" The waiter looked at me intently, as Taylor picked up speed.

I looked up, vision slightly out of focus and responded. "...Yep. Yes. I'm fine, just feeling a bit flushed is all. Must be the wine, goes straight to my head."

"He asked you something Cole." Said Taylor politely, batting her eyes at me.

"Terribly sorry, could you repeat it?" I asked nervously.

"Yes, I was just wondering if you were ready to order?" Asked the waiter.

"Yes. I'll have the seabass." I said, saying the first food that popped into my head.

"Very good sir." Said the waiter.

Now the manger was looking at us, smiling. "Ms. Swift, who is your friend here. He's a very handsome young man. How did you too meet?"

"Oh, we are old friends." Said Taylor, waving her other hand in the air. "Actually, it's a funny story how we met. Remember in elementary school? Cole, you tell the story better than me. Go on."

She flashed me a wicked grin as she gave the head of my cock a squeeze and precum oozed out.

Shit!?!? She's jacking me off under the table and I have to make chitchat?

I started to tell the story of how we met in elementary school. I bumbled my way through it. He probably thought I was an idiot or drunk, but Taylor was jacking me off at top speed and it was all I could do to form complete sentences, let alone be eloquent or charming. Just as I finished telling the story, I could feel that I had about reached my breaking point. My cock was so hard; it could have acted as another table leg. Taylor could feel it too as she smiled at me, parting those red lips to revealing her beautiful white teeth. I wasn't sure what her endgame as here, but I was about to drench the underside of the table with semen. Luckily at that moment, another waiter came over to get the manager's attention.

"Excuse me. I must attend to this."

"Thank you very much Julio!" Called Taylor waving goodbye.

Once he was out of earshot. I said through gritted teeth, "Taylor. I'm about to blow."

She smiled widely and took a quick glance around the restaurant. Nobody was looking at us and she bent over and stuck her head under the tablecloth. Those lips latched onto the tip of my swollen cock head. She only just managed to get her lips wrapped around before I exploded with the force of a cannon. Thick ropes of hot cum pumped into Taylor's eagerly awaiting mouth. My hips thrust upwards, forcing more of me into her mouth and causing her to bump her head on the underside of the table as I flooded her mouth with semen. Plates and silverware rattled, but thankfully no one seemed to notice. I fired my load over and over as she greedily slurped down my seed. Finally, I felt myself give one last spasm and her lips came off my cock. She quickly sat back up in her seat, mouth still full to the brim with cum. She looked directly into my eyes and swallowed it in a large gulping motion. As I unclenched the table and my senses returned back to me, I looked at her and noticed there was a spot or two of cum at the corners of her mouth. Before I could form words to say anything, the waiter rematerialized.

"Your appetizer." He said, placing something that I didn't remember ordering.

Taylor flicked her tongue to the corners of her mouth, tasting the traces of cum still there.

"Cole, that's all you! I've already had my appetizer." Said Taylor, staring and smiling at me.

I grinned stupidly while the waiter looked slightly confused. I became suddenly aware that my cock was hanging out my trousers. I quickly tucked it back in. The waiter nodded and disappeared again. I didn't trust myself to say anything else, as I was afraid I would burst out laughing. Instead I looked around the room to see everyone engaged in conversations. Dinner resumed as normal and the rest of our meal passed without incident. The food was delicious and simply enjoyed each other's company. It seems like Taylor had gotten whatever it was out of her system, although I often caught her gazing at me hungrily when she thought I wasn't looking. Dinner wrapped up and we got into her private car, heading out to the small venue for the concert. She got a little frisky in the car and I enjoyed the sensation of her lips on mine as our hands roamed over each other. When we arrived, we were ushered backstage and given prime seating for the concert. It was some pop group or another that was thrilled to have Taylor present for their performance. We spent a lot of the concert with our hands all over each other, swaying and dancing to the music. Overall it was a great show. As the concert was nearing its end, Taylor had us head backstage to greet the band after they were done. Their set was still going on as I got a glimpse behind the scenes. Taylor had that mischievous look on her face I knew all too well. She grabbed my hand and looking around hurriedly, pulled me into a bathroom. It was one of those single user bathrooms, and it had seen better days. She turned the lock with a click and looked at me, lust filling her eyes.

"I can't wait anymore." She said. "Take me now."

She grabbed me, wrapping one leg around me. She forced her tongue into my mouth.

"Damn Swift." I said. "What has gotten into you?"

She paused for a moment and said, "I just want to feel something good for a change. Can you make me feel good?"

Surprised by her sobering response, I kissed her again. She kissed me back fiercely as her hands moved to my crotch. My hand moved to cup her perky breasts and the other slid under her dress to get a handful of ass. I felt her hands at my belt buckle, hurriedly struggling to undo it. She fiddled with my button, unzipped my fly and released my erection to the open air. She dropped down, putting her bare knees on the cold and dirty tiled floor. She swallowed my cock, tightly wrapping her red lips around and sliding down the shaft. I reached out to grab onto the sink for support as I felt the tip of my cock bump into the back of her throat. She gargled and some spittle leaked out of her mouth as she moved up and down quickly, slurping loudly all the time. Up and down my shaft she went, over and over again. I looked down to see her free hand underneath her dress, clearly playing with herself as she blew me.

"Shit Taylor!" I said loudly, my voice echoing off the walls of the dirty bathroom.

She pulled back off my cock, spit dripping down onto the floor.

"Shhhhh." She said, placing one finger to her lips and giggling.

"I'll give you something to try and keep quiet about." I said, pulling her upwards and pressing her into the wall.

I kissed her as my hand felt the front of her wet panties. I slid my fingers in easily and she shuddered, a combination of pleasure and pain as her bare skin was pressed against the cold wall. Profanity and phone numbers with lude nicknames in black marker surrounded her as I pushed my fingers in deeper. I pulled off her dress straps as she grabbed my cock, stroking it. This time she moaned loudly. It must have only been a minute or two before neither of us could take it anymore. I spun her around and flipped her dress upwards. I pulled down her panties and she positioned herself in front of the sink with a hand on each side to steady herself. I threw her panties off to the side, not caring where they landed. For a brief moment I laid my cock between her buttcheeks and my cockhead every so lightly brushed her asshole. She gave me a knowing a look in the mirror.

"A little lower." She said with a smirk.

I positioned my cock behind her and slipped easily between her wet lips. She gave an audible gasp as I slid all the way inside, balls deep. We looked up at each other in the dirty bathroom mirror. I started pumping from behind. She pulled down the front of her dress and bra, exposing her erect pink nipples. Before long I was fucking like a madman, railing away on her from behind as she watched, our image reflected in the cloudy mirror. Her blue eyes were fixated on me the entire time. Each thrust of my hips felt harder and faster than the last. Each time I drove myself into her, she moaned just a little bit louder, until the sound was bouncing off the tiles of the grimy bathroom. She picked up one hand to cover her mouth, but the cries of pleasure escaped through her fingers. I gave a particularly hard thrust and she had to drop her hand back to the sink to steady herself on wobbly legs. I replaced her hand with my own sweaty palm and filled the other one with her lengthy mane of wavy blonde hair. I tugged back slightly as I fucked Taylor Swift from behind in the bathroom, watching our reflections in the mirror. She was biting down hard into my hand, desperately trying to keep quiet. Then someone knocked on the door.

"Oi! Anyone in there?" Called a male voice.

"Occupied." I called back.

"Hurry up mate, I gotta piss like a racehorse." The voiced called back.

I watched as Taylor's eyes rolled back into her head at the prospect of being fucked so hard with a stranger just on the other side of the door with other a flimsy lock between us.

"Shhhh." I whispered mercilessly.

She groaned loudly, almost whimpering into my palm as I relentlessly kept going. Her entire body was shaking, legs quivering, heels rattling on the tiled floor. The smacking of sound of flesh on flesh echoed off the filthy tiles mixed with the wet noises and groans of both of us. The stranger banged on the door again.

"Oi! Mate! Hurry up!"

"It'll be just another minute!" I called out in a breathless voice.

Starting to feel light headed from the pleasure of it all, I kept my pace going strong and watched as Taylor shook more and more and more, until she couldn't take it. She orgasmed spectacularly and I felt her pussy grip my cock forcefully. I held her mouth even tighter, but she let out a strangled cry as warm juices bathed my cock and dripped down her legs. I watched her expression in the mirror, face contorted with pleasure.

"Man, you got a girl in there?" Called the guy, having clearly heard us. "Why didn't you say so! Fuck her good! I'll just find a bucket or something to piss in mate!"

I barely registered as I was going to blow. I gave one more final thrust just as Taylor was recovering from her orgasm and I pulled my cock out of her. Before I could do anything, I started cumming. Arcs of jizz flew over her plump ass and onto her blue dress. Grabbing hold of my cock I aimed downwards more, painting her ass cheeks and crack with hot white sticky seed. As the cum dripped slowly down her ass, she collapsed forward, holding onto the sink for dear life. I took a few steps back and sat down on the closed toilet seat. I looked down me to find her wet discarded panties on the rim of the seat. We were both panting heavily.

"Cole..." Said Taylor looking towards me through dazed eyes.

"Fucking incredible." I said, nodding my head.

After a minute or two, we both regained some brain function.

"I'm pretty sure I came on your dress." I said, not all that apologetically.

"Shit." Said Taylor. "I'll wipe it off."

I offered some toilet paper helpfully. She rolled her eyes and we put ourselves together. Taylor had to reapply some lipstick and makeup. I checked the coast was clear before we left the bathroom. The music had stopped, the band's set clearly over. Taylor walked in front of me down the halls and I could clearly see the remnants of my cum decorating the backside of her dress.

It was only once we were outside of the band's dressing room that Taylor looked shocked and leaned over to whisper, "Shit! I forgot my panties in the bathroom!"

"They were on the toilet the last time I saw them." I said, shrugging. "Nothing to do about it now. It's not like anyone will know they are yours."

She bit her lip, looking worried for a moment before nodding and agreeing with me. We went inside to greet the band and congratulate them on the concert. They chatted with Taylor for a few minutes, took an obligatory photo and we were out of there. Despite everything, the moment we got into the awaiting black car, another make-out session commenced. And I could feel that by the time we finally reached the hotel, we were both good and ready for some more action. We walked into the hotel and stood, waiting by the elevator. It was late, very late, well past when most people would be asleep. The hotel lobby was silent, apart from the lone desk clerk. The elevator arrived with a loud ping and the doors opened slowly. We stepped inside and I pressed the door close button. The instant the doors closed, we were all over each other, sloppily making out, hands running wild over each other's bodies. By the time the elevator made it to the top floor, my hands were under her dress and she had hands around my bulging cock. We hurried to the hotel room door where she fumbled with the key. The click of the door let us in and we toppled inside, clothes immediately being stripped off. We ended up on the couch in the lavish suite, our naked forms intertwining. I noticed the blinds were open on the window. I was struck with a sudden idea inspired by our bathroom experience.

"Get up Swift and face the window."

Taylor looked positively thrilled at the idea. She positioned herself by the windowsill, looking out over the city of Los Angeles twinkle in the twilight. Her breath fogged up the glass as I positioned myself and took her from behind for the second time that night. Again, there was no teasing. I started off strong and only increased my pace from there.

"You like that Swift?" I asked playfully. "You like getting fucked for all of LA to see?"

"YES!" She screamed out. "I want you fuck me and I don't care who sees!"

I lifted her up further and pushed her up directly against the glass. She shivered as her erect nipples touched the cold glass. She planted a large kiss on the glass, leaving a red lipstick mark behind.