His hands moved up from her waist to her breasts, fondling them through the thin fabric of her dress. Sharon hadn’t bothered with a bra. The dress had a built-in bra so that her nipples didn’t show through the material, and the padding rubbed against the sensitive buds as Jake’s large hands began to knead the soft mounds of flesh. The coats provided plenty of cushion behind her as he pressed her against the wall, one knee thrusting between her thighs.

Since he was so much taller than her, his thigh pressed against her pussy, allowing her to practically ride it.

She’d been really close to not wearing panties under the dress, but right now she was glad that she had; otherwise there was no way she’d have been able to wear this dress back into the reception. There was a small voice in the back of her brain worrying over whether or not she was soaking through her panties to her dress anyway as she rubbed herself against Jake’s thigh, but she ignored it.

The kiss deepened as his fingers slid inside the deep cut of her neckline, seeking out her nipples, and Sharon whimpered against his mouth. His tongue probed, dancing with hers, leaving her breathless as sensation surged through her. Rolling her nipples between his fingertips, he tugged gently, sending a new wave of pleasure through her.

As much as she wanted to touch him in return, her hands were busy keeping her upright as she clung to him. Besides, it wasn’t like she could undress him too much… and that made everything even hotter. The need to be careful, to be quiet, to stay hidden, there was something wonderfully taboo and exciting about it.

Her family would be fucking horrified if she was found getting it on in a coat closet.

Sharon didn’t want to be found but knowing what they were chancing made her even more aroused.

She squeaked as Jake lifted his mouth and pulled his leg away, spinning her around so that she was facing away from him.

“Jake,” she protested, her hands flat against the coats, pressing them into the wall and wrinkling some of the costly fabrics. Not that she cared about that.

“Shh, princess,” he answered, his voice teasing. She heard his zipper sliding down and then felt his hands pulling at the skirt of her dress, dragging the fabric up and over her hips. “Unless you want someone to hear us and come in here.”

Sharon moaned in reply.

He didn’t even bother to pull down her panties. She felt him pulling them to the side and placing both of his hands on her ass, one of them holding her panties away from her pussy to give him access. A moment later, the blunt head of his cock pressed against the soaked opening and shoved in, deep and hard.