Beatles smuts

Paul

Year: 1965
You are Paul's girlfriend, and you are at a fancy dinner with all of the Beatles and some music producers and executives with a couple more celebrities too.

I tapped my foot in boredom as we waited for our food to come out of the kitchen, the clock on the wall taunting me with every tick. Everybody seemed to be having a nice time, but I can only think of how badly I wanted to go home and cuddle with Paul.
I looked over at him and saw him mingling with Eppy, someone must have told a joke because they both started laughing hysterically. Paul's smile grew and this made me smile too, he's just too cute!
Paul turned and looked to me, and noticed I was staring at him, he smiled and leaned in closer to whisper to me,
"I was planning to shag you when we got home, but I don't think I can wait that long." He said seductively. This made my face turn red and my smile grow larger.
"Well you're gonna have to Paul, this isn't like some concert dressing room where we can drop everything and have sex!" I told him, my voice a mix between sarcastic and serious.
"We'll see about that." Paul murmured as he went back to his regular position.
What is he talking about? I thought to myself.
Conversation continued, I was chatting to pattie and Cynthia from across the table about how the boys were and how we're going to keep in touch during the next tour. Paul began to inch his chair closer to mine and slipped his hand under the table, resting his hand on my thigh. He could be such a sweetie!!
This thought quickly left my head when his hand moved to the inside of my thigh and up to my undies, he started pulling at them.
"Paul!" I hissed at him, his eyes meeting mine as a grin crept over his face.
"What is it darling?" He said. That asshole.
I looked around and noticed some executives were giving us strange looks, so I lowered my voice.
"What do you think you're doing? We're in public!" I whispered.
"Is everything alright over there?" Cynthia asked.
"Oh yes, Paul was complaining to me about how long the food is taking" I lied, Paul's fingers still pulling down my panties.
His hand crept down to my clit, and he started to gently rub on it making me gasp.
My eyes darted to Paul, he was smiling and remaining eye contact with the company despite what he was doing under the table.
As he rubbed harder, I began to softly hum to suppress the moans bubbling in my throat. I would usually tell him to cut it, but it felt so good. Soon it was getting to be too much to handle, I couldn't take it any longer. I grabbed his hand, removing from my clit and held it and announced to the guests
"Me and Paul are going to get another drink, would any of you like one?" I asked, growing wetter every second.
After a few shaking heads and polite no thank yous, I took Paul past the drinks and to the bathroom, locking the door behind us.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing??? You can't just do this in public Paul, what are you thinking!?" I whispered, my tone stern and angry.
"Oh don't act like you didn't enjoy it, you're soaked!" He retorted.
I rolled my eyes.
"That doesn't make it okay!" I yelled a bit too loudly. He looked ashamed.
"You're right I'm sorry. Should we go back out? I promise to stop."
"No, you've got me all turned on now. Let's make this quick though!"
Paul smiled once again and made one last remark before removing my underwear
"I knew you loved it"
I put the toilet seat down and spread my legs, Paul got down and began to kiss my thighs, each kiss getting closer to the spot he was rubbing. He started to push his tongue on me, my legs tensing as he sucked on my clit. I started to moan as he got more passionate and intense. He rubbed his tongue against my clit, his grip getting tighter around my legs. He sat up for a moment and looked into my eyes.
"This isn't very romantic" he said when he noticed my hands clenching the toilet seat.
Before I could respond, Paul's lips met mine  and his hands caressed my cheeks. I could taste myself on his lips as his tongue found his way into my mouth. I could feel his cock against my waist, growing harder with his kisses.
I took my hand and started to unzip his pants, he momentarily broke contact with my lips and helped me. I reached my hand under his boxers and started massaging his member, he started humming with our kisses. I started to jerk him off and his humming turned to moaning, he whispered obscenities between breaths and kisses.
Paul then stopped my hand and and ceased making out with me. He lifted me up so I could wrap  my legs around him, his dick pressing against me. Paul pushed me gently against a wall and started to insert his length into me, and I let out a moan louder than I had intended.
"Shh!" Paul whispered as he began to thrust and reenter me again and again. My nails were digging into his arms, and he was breathing heavily.
"Fuck me harder" I said
This was all Paul needed to start thrusting into me faster and harder, it was getting harder not to come. Then, I couldn't stand it any longer, I climaxed and tried my best to be as quiet as possible, but when Paul came, I had a lot more trouble staying quiet. Paul's warm cum filled me as he slowly pulled out of me. He walked across the bathroom to get his pants, and I looked in the mirror to fix my hair.
"Alright we have to go, it's been far too long. If anyone doesn't know what we just did, they must have fewer brain cells than John" Paul chuckled as he opened up the bathroom door. We walked back out to the party, trying not to be too suspicious. John nudged Paul and grinned, and Paul slapped him playfully. What would I do without him?