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Stroke of Midnight, New Year’s Eve

In just a few hours, it would all be over. But for now, Steven kept drinking and Sarah kept dancing, determined to ring in the New Year and ring out the old. As the clock struck eleven, they both knew the final moment was nearing. From across the room, Steven locked on Sarah?s beautiful brown eyes. In that instant, all the noise and the loud jazz music seemed to completely fade away.

Steven gazed at Sarah as she slowly walked toward him, her breasts practically crying to be released from her tight-fitting black silky negligee with the high thigh split in the front. Raising her rimming martini to her luscious lips, Sarah took a sip, then popped a maraschino cherry into her mouth.

?Mmmm,? she purred as she rolled the cherry back and forth across her lips. Then with her most wicked look, she whispered in Steven?s ear, ?Would you like to taste my cherry?? Sarah was wickedly cute when she?d had a drink or two.

Steven detected a strong strawberry scent as Sarah tossed her gorgeous brown hair across his face. Steven looked at his watch. Eleven forty five. Just fifteen minutes until the New Year. He grabbed Sarah around her waist, pulled her close and whispered back into her ear, ?Let?s ring in the year the right way?back at my place.?

Sarah looked deeply into Steven?s smoky brown eyes. ?There?s hardly enough time to get to your place,? she warned. ?If you?re serious, we?re going to have to find a place closer ? and it?s not going to be in the Envoy.?

?That?s not what I had in mind at all,? said Steven as he looked around the living room. ?Here,? he motioned as he grabbed her hand. ?Follow me.? Winding their way through the dancing crowd, Sarah noticed the clock on the wall. Eleven forty eight. Time was running out if they were going to do this right.

The hallway was dark, but at least it was quieter. A row of doors on each wall gave them hope. Maybe there was a place for them behind one. Steven cracked open the first door, but shut it abruptly when he heard heavy moaning. Sarah opened the second door, but shut it quickly when she heard someone else on the phone. ?We?re screwed,? she whispered. ?We?re not going to make it.? Steven checked the time. Eleven fifty. ?We?ll make it,? he murmured as he opened a third door to discover a closet barely big enough for them both. He grabbed Sarah by the arm and shut the door behind her.

They faced each other in the pitch black darkness, Sarah feeling Steven?s hot breath brushing her cheek. ?We have just a few minutes,? he said. But Sarah was way ahead of him, kissing his mouth and pressing the entire length of her body against his. Steven began kissing her neck, his left hand grabbing her breasts while his right hand worked its way under her black silky negligee with the high thigh split in the front.

The walls of the closet pulsed as the muffled music from the living room grew louder. The crowd was beginning to dance more wildly, sensing that the New Year was only minutes away. Sarah?s tongue swathed Steven?s lips, aching for a chance to taste his eyes. She began to lower herself down between his legs, when Steven stopped her and pulled her back up.

?No time for that,? he warned as his smooth, large hands began probing her warm, wet pussy. Sarah let out a soft moan of pleasure as Steven pulled her panties down around her knees. Her panties dropped to the floor, Sarah raised up her leg, hooking her knee over his shoulder. Wresting his belt from its buckle, Steven let his pants drop as well, his large cock hardening as his thick fingers began probing deeper into her deliciously moist love muffin. Sarah gave her palm a long, wet lick, lowered it and began stroking Steven?s massively swollen rod.

Their breathing grew heavier as the hour grew near. Outside in the hallway, some drunk was running down the hallway, yelling and laughing, ?Three minutes! Three minutes and it?s the New Year!?

Inside the dark, cramped closet, it was getting steamier. More intense. ?I want you in me,? moaned Sarah, grabbing Steven?s cock and pulling it inside her. She lifted her other leg over his shoulder, spreading herself wider, inviting him to thrust his way to the hilt, ramming her again and again, each time his balls slamming violently against her buttocks.

?Two minutes!? yelled the muffled voices in the other room, their screams growing louder with anticipation. Steven grabbed Sarah?s ass cheeks with both hands and began thrusting into high gear. He could feel his fingers getting soaked by her excitement. Although it was still dark, Sarah could just make out his beautiful, brown?s looking straight into hers.

?Fuck me,? she whispered softly to him. ?Make me cum now, at the stroke of midnight!? Steven didn?t answer. He just moved even closer to her perfect face and locked his lips on to hers. As their tongues intertwined, their hips began grinding together in perfect harmony. Rubbing up and down, scratching an insatiable itch until they fused as one, a mass of frenzied passion.

?Ten! Nine! Eight!? counted down the crowd in the next room.

?Oh god?? Sarah shivered as she began to lose control from Steven?s hard, fast pounding.

?Seven! Six! Five!? chanted the crowd.

?I?m?about?to?? moaned Steven, pumping harder and faster, losing himself in her dreamy, warm wetness.

?Four! Three! Two! One! Happy new year!? roared the crowd outside, sounding off with party horns and popping champagne corks.

?I love you, baby!? cried Steven and Sarah? at once, each one erupting into a shattering, forceful orgasm at exactly the same moment. Waves of juices gushed from them both, bathing their legs and leaving them speechless.

The music in the living room crooned an old classic from 1946, while Sarah and Steven held each other, sliding down on to the closet floor, exhausted, trying to catch their breaths.

Wrapped in each other?s arms, Steven looked into Sarah?s sparkling, joyous eyes. ?Baby,? he said as he kissed her cheek, ?it may be a new year to everyone else, but as far as I?m concerned, you?re the reason it?s going to be a happy one.?