For Mya xxxxxx

Mya Looked herself over again in the hotel lobby mirror. The ticket hadn’t been clear about dress code. But it was an evening event so she’d decided on the classic little black dress, stockings and killer heels. Everything else was simple except the shoes; they all but had ‘fuck me’ embossed on them.
It was a shame her friend had pulled out at the last minute; she’d rather not be going alone. But she’d had the ticket for weeks and was too excited not to go.
It was her first Twi Prom and she wasn’t sure what to expect. Taking a deep breath she pushed open the door to the function room. It was huge. There were about three hundred people in there, the place was heaving. Mya scanned around but couldn’t see him.
Charlie Bewley was supposed to be guest of honour; except that he was conspicuous by his absence. Mya frowned, he was the main reason she was here. Oh well it looked like free champagne so it wasn’t a complete waste of time.
After three glasses she needed the ladies. In the corridor she was suddenly confronted by dozens of doors and no signs. Ok then, well one of them must be the ladies room. She looked around for someone to ask. Seeing no one she started opening the doors.
When she opened the forth door she stopped dead. There he was. Charlie Bewley. He was obviously getting ready to make his entrance. At the sound of the door opening he turned. Seeing Mya he grinned.
‘Hello.’ He said.
‘Hi.’ Mya managed to squeak out.
‘Lost?’
‘Yes.’
He laughed and came over to her. He held out his hand, his eyes running up and down.
‘Nice shoes.’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘I’m Charlie.’
‘Mya.’ She said taking his hand. Oh that was a mistake! She was going to have to change her knickers now.
‘Well Mya.’ Charlie whispered leaning right into her. ‘I think they’re down the hall, on the right.’ He grinned again.
‘Oh, ok. Thank you.’ She stammered.
‘I’ll see you later.’ He called after her as she fled down the hall to the ladies room.
Once there she ran the cold tap and stuck her wrists under it. When she had calmed, and used the facilities she checked her hair and make-up and took another deep breath. She pulled herself up straight and went back out into the corridor. Her new confidence lasted about three seconds.
Leaning on the wall opposite, his arms folded, a lazy smile on his face, stood Charlie.
‘Found them ok then?’ he smiled and pushed himself away from the wall.
‘Yes thanks.’
‘I thought I’d hang about and make sure you didn’t get lost again.’ He ran his eyes over her and licked his lips. ‘Shall we?’ he held his arm out for her to take.
Mya looped her own arm through his and floated alongside him back to the main room.
They were immediately surrounded by dozens of people. Charlie had to let go of her arm and go and do his thing.
‘Don’t run away.’ He purred into her ear, and disappeared off onto the make shift stage.
For the next hour Mya kept getting odd glimpses of him as he worked the room. Now and again he would catch her eyes and grin and wink. The first time he did that she looked around to see who he was winking at. When she realised it was her she blushed.
‘Hi.’ A voice close behind her made Mya jump. She spun round and bumped right into Charlie. He grabbed the tops of her arms to steady her.
‘Sorry, did I scare you?’
‘You made me jump that’s all.’ Mya smiled. Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it. Hell the whole room probably could!
‘Are you here alone?’ He still had hold of her and now he was looking deep into her eyes.
‘Yes.’ She breathed.
He nodded and looked around. Letting go of her arms he grabbed her hand and hurried her across the room. Without another word he pulled her along out of the function room and back into the corridor. He looked around again. He was breathing hard when he turned back to her, his eyes on fire.
‘I’ve been watching you all evening. I can’t wait any longer. Slap my face if you want to, but I just have to do this.’ He pulled her to him and kissed her hard. He slid his hands down her back until he was cupping her arse, then he squeezed. It took Mya a few seconds to recover herself. Then she started kissing him back just as hard.
When he eventually pulled away she didn’t slap his face. Instead she wound her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a second kiss. He moaned into her mouth and held her closer. When he pressed his hips to hers she could feel all of him. Oh good God!
He pulled away again and took her hand.
‘Not here.’ He panted into her hair. ‘Come with me.’
He led her down the corridor. People were staring after them, but they didn’t notice. Mya hurried to keep up with him.
He flung a door open and pulled her in. He kicked it shut behind them and spun her round until her back was against the wall.
‘Please tell me you want this?’ His voice was rough, his breath hot and fierce on her face. He placed one hand either side of her head and leaned in.
‘I want you.’ Mya said. She put her hands on his chest. She could feel his heart pounding under the fabric of his shirt.
‘I can’t wait.’ He whispered into her ear. ‘I need you right now.’ And he pressed himself close and rubbed against her.
‘Oh God!’ She moaned and arched her back. ‘Take me now! Please.’
Charlie leaned down and ran his tongue over her parted lips. When he slipped it between her teeth she sucked him in and ran her own tongue around the inside of his mouth. Now and then he would nip at her lips with his teeth, making the blood flood into them. At the same time he took one hand from the wall and ran it through her hair. He stopped to caress her neck and collar bones, then carried on. His gentle touch went the length of her body, giving her goose bumps. Mya pushed her fingers into the top of his open shirt; she ran them down and started to undo the other buttons. When his shirt was open she ran her palms over his bare skin. All the time their mouths stayed locked together.
Mya’s hands reached the waistband of his trousers and she started to lightly trace a finger just inside it.
‘Undo them.’ Charlie groaned. He brought his own hand back up her body to her breasts. Taking her left breast in his hand he squeezed. Mya cried out and started to unto his fly. While she was doing that he slid his fingers inside her bra and found her nipple. He took it between his fingers and started rubbing and tugging. Mya’s hands became urgent to get his fly open, but he was so hard he was straining against the fabric. Eventually she managed it. Charlie gave her nipple another tug and she moaned. Her hand pushed down until she found him. He was throbbing against her hand so she closed her fingers around him.
‘Yes!’ He cried. ‘Do it!’
Mya started to pump him, running her thumb over him. Charlie responded by pushing his free hand up her skirt and into her knickers. He pressed hard on her swollen clit and started rubbing little circles.
‘Fuck Charlie!’ She cried.
‘Do you like that?’ he panted.
‘Yes! Fuck yes!’ and she pumped him harder. As she did she felt him moving. Her back hit the wall hard and he pressed closer, thrusting into her hand. He moved his fingers from her clit and slid them up into her.
‘Ungh!’ She cried.
Suddenly he stopped. Mya was left gasping. Oh please don’t stop! But he wasn’t. He tugged at her knickers until they were around her ankles. Mya stepped out of them. He pulled his trousers down and pushed her skirt up. Then he pushed her back against the wall. Mya wound her arms around his neck. He locked her in his gaze and raised her up by the arse until she was in position. He hitched one of her legs around his waist; she did the other one herself.
‘Hold on tight.’ He growled. His hips flexed and he entered her quickly. He withdrew just as quickly and did it again, and again.
Mya held on tight, he back slamming against the wall with each thrust.
‘Harder! Please Charlie harder!’ She screamed.
‘Like this?’ And he slammed in right to the hilt.
‘Yes!’
He pounded on and on until Mya felt the room start to spin.
‘Charlie I think....oh God I’m.....’ She pushed her fingers into his hair and gripped hard.
‘That’s it baby; let it go, let me feel it.’ And he upped the pace.
Mya came harder than she ever had before. She could hear her own cries without knowing she was making them. It didn’t take Charlie long to join her. Just before everything went blurry she felt him throbbing inside her.

When she came to she was back on her feet. Charlie was leaning his forehead against hers. They were both breathing hard.
‘Are you ok?’ He asked.
‘Yes, oh yes.’ She put a hand up to touch his face. He dipped his head and kissed her.
‘How about we go back to my hotel and do that again?’ he grinned.