I met her at Penn Station, at the top of the escalators. She was taller than I'd imagined, and her face lit up with a big bright smile when she saw me. She was wearing a skirt, a long white summer skirt which I thought was atypical for her; and a light blue camisole that set off her eyes, and a black sweatshirt against the air-conditioning. We said our 'hellos' formally, in a Victorian sort of a way. I offered her my arm, and led her out toward the sunlit street, through the jostling crowd of New Jersey businessmen and commuters. It felt nice to finally have her so close, but the crowd was too dense to walk side by side so I had to relinquish her arm. But I could still feel her closeness, and it excited me.
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She really seemed to love the energy and bustle and energy of New York. As we walked the sidewalks, chatting and grinning, I could feel her nearness. Every time she stood close to me, the hairs on my arm all stood up. Every time she casually touched me, my cock stiffened inside my pants. I could feel a wet spot in my boxers from where my excitement had been leaking out.
We were at the Museum of Modern Art, looking silently together at Van Gogh's 'Starry Night'. It is a beautiful painting, and every time I see it it takes my breath away. She were standing just in front of me, and I put my arms softly on her shoulder. She didn't seem to mind. A minute later, she took a half step backward, it may have been accidental, but for a moment her ass was pressed against the crotch of my jeans. My cock, already in a semi-permanent state of semi-erectness, sprang to full attention. I could feel the heat of her body against mine. I could smell her, and I wanted her. Her ass was soft and firm underneath the skirt. She didn't pull away, but stayed there, tantalizingly close, for a long long moment.
All afternoon I'd been wondering what she was wearing under that goddamn skirt.
We went down to the village, where the punk rockers and the hipsters are, and we had lunch in a tiny Tibetan restaurant. The conversation was easy and free, and we laughed a lot, while staying safely away from loaded topics like s-e-x, and the food was delicious.
Back on the street, back down into the Bohemian whirlwind of the village, we went to some of the bars that I liked. Sitting in the dark, drinking cheap red wine with her, I was almost certain that she was flirting with me: lingering eye contact, little touches that made me jump and shiver inside. She was, I was pretty sure, having a good time. It made me happy to see her face lit up with a big smile.
It was getting dark, and we were both a little buzzed. We walked arm in arm, over toward the Brooklyn Bridge. The night was dark and cloudy, and there was a low mist over the city. Everything looked soft, like an impressionist watercolor. I reached down and took her hand in mine. Her fingers curled around my own. Her small hand felt good to hold. We looked at each other and smiled.
The bridge was pretty much deserted. We could just see the great towers of Manhattan through the low clouds. Brooklyn across the water was hidden from view. Down below, the East River was mostly obscured with fog. A lone tugboat was pushing a barge against the current. She squeezed my hand.
"I want you so badly," I whispered into her ear, "I'm so excited right now."
"I can tell." She looked pointedly down at the crotch of my jeans, where my erection was making a prominent and uncomfortable lump.
"I'm excited too." she said. Her hand was hot in mine.
"Really?"
"Are you kidding?!" Her accent was so sexy! She let go of my hand and reached up under her skirt. "God, I've been absolutely soaked all day!"
She pressed a finger to my lips. It was coated with her wetness, sticky and clear. I sucked her finger into my mouth like a mini-cock. The taste was tangy and salty and sexy. Deeply sexy.
I pulled her close to me, and kissed her hard on the lips. She responded eagerly, meeting me and kissing back aggressively. I held her body in my arms and squeezed her tight to me. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, her crotch was painfully close to mine. We kissed for a long long time, a little tentatively at first, then bolder and bolder as we each learned what the other liked.
I didn't want to break it off. It felt too good, holding her in my arms high on the span, as if we were the only two people in New York City.
"God I want you right now" My hand found her warm breast, and cupped it through the fabric of her camisole. It fit my hand perfectly.
"You know," you said shyly, "I could go down on you right now if you wanted me too."
Before I could answer, before I could protest that we were out in the open on a major landmark in a city of 8 million, she slid down my body onto her knees on the wooden walkway, and started skillfully unbuttoning my jeans. They fell in a crumpled heap around my ankles. My snowman boxers quickly joined them. My cock stood straight out, rigidly erect and bobbing like the bowsprit of a sailing ship in the cool night breeze. She smiled at me, a big beautiful happy grin. "Nice Cock." she said, "Looks delicious."
She didn't really waste any time after that, but dove right in like a happy girl with an ice cream cone. Her mouth was incredibly hot and wet, and it felt amazing on my cock. I felt my legs go weak as she sucked me, and I needed all my concentration to just keep standing up. She looked amazingly sexy like that, skirt billowed out around her, hair all mussed up, her pretty mouth full of my dick.
She popped her mouth off me for a moment, letting my wet cock flop around. "Just like I thought," she said in that sexy accent, "Delicious. Does this help any?" She shrugged the straps of her camisole off, exposing her breasts. Smallish and pretty and very excited. The nipples were puffy and erect. Yes, it did help! She rubbed the hard little nipples up and down my wet shaft before swallowing me again.
I felt the come rising inevitably from deep in my balls. "Oh my god, I'm going to come!" I gasped, " I'm not going to be able to stop."
"Well that was sort of the point." she replied, licking the end of my dick playfully. Then she started sucking me in earnest, stroking the shaft of my cock with one hand while her head bobbed rapidly up and down. Her other hand made it's way between my ass cheeks and gently but insistently penetrated my asshole. It was way too much for me. With a series of little stifled cries, the orgasm that had been building inside me ever since I saw her at the train station shook through my body. It was like a roll of thunder that seemed to go on and on. Her mouth was glued tight to me, and she swallowed hungrily as I squirted gob after gob of come. It felt so amazing! When at last I was finished, when my dick was softening and too tender for any more stimulation, she regretfully released me, and carefully extracted her finger from my ass.
"How was that?" she asked sweetly, and gave me a hot and wet kiss on the lips.
"Amazing." I said, "Really really amazing. I think we need to go back to my apartment right now."
The subway ride seemed to take forever. I was hyper-aware of her being close to me, her exhalations, her scent, the flicker of her eyes, the mischievous smile that kept creeping across her lips. All the way out to Brooklyn I had a huge grin on my face, and every time our eyes met it got bigger. And I still wondered what she had on under that skirt.
We pretty much ran up all four flights of stairs. We were out of breath and my hands were shaking. I could feel her nearness, and it was driving me crazy. I nearly fumbled my keys as I tried to open the apartment door.
We tumbled onto my bed, kissing and touching and pulling off each others clothes and kissing some more. "Mmmmm" she said between kisses, "I've wanted to see you naked for such a long time now"
I found the zipper and pulled off her skirt, and that was when I found the answer to the question that had been plaguing me all day. She was commando, wearing nothing at all under that white skirt. Her pussy was just lovely; a triangle of neatly trimmed dark hair with prominent labia that pouted out hungrily. I could see her clitoris, straining eagerly up from its little hiding place.
She was beautiful naked, really beautiful: from her exquisite neck to her breasts to her softly rounded tummy to her little toes, and all the parts in between. She looked vulnerable and soft laying there on my bed.
She watched intently, with bright eyes, as I took my own clothes off. I lay naked on top of her, breathing her breath, feeling the warmth of her body against mine as we kissed.
I slid down her body, pausing to play with her breasts, sucking and nibbling and biting the nipples until she squirmed and wiggled underneath me. I could feel the wetness of her pussy pressed against my leg. I slid further down, kissing and licking my way down her tummy and on toward the needy excited parts below.
I tried to tease her, dragging my tongue lightly up and down her inner thighs and around the labia while her pussy drooled, but I was too turned on to play that game very long. I wanted to taste her, I wanted it fiercely. I wanted to give her pleasure the way she had done for me. I dove in, spreading her lips with the flat of my tongue, licking with a fierce hunger, slurping up and down her soaking wet pussy, dragging my tongue all the way from her asshole up to her clitoris and back again. Every time my tongue touched her clit, she jumped a little. The taste was intoxicating. I slipped a finger up inside her. Her pussy was scalding hot, and gripped my finger tight. I stroked the inside of her pussy with one beckoning finger while I concentrated on strumming her clit with the tip of my tongue. I loved the sounds she were making, the moans and sighs and little gasps, and I loved the wetness all over my face.
I don't know how long I ate her out. Time didn't seem real. I was intoxicated with her. My tongue ached and my jaw cramped and my face was slick with her juices and I kept on licking. Finally she pulled away from me.
"I'm sorry," she said, "That felt amazing... it really did, it was so good! But I can't- I'm sorry, its not you- I can't get past it, I can't get off." She kissed me apologetically, "It's not you, really it's me. I'm sorry. Maybe later I'll be able to. Right now I'm just getting to tender."
"Did you bring your vibrator?" I asked.
"Yes. It's in my bag, with my stuff."
"Would you masturbate for me? Would that be ok?"
"Ok." she said, "But I don't know if I'll be able to come that way either."
She fetched her toy, big and pink, out of her backpack. Slick with lube, she turned it on, and lay face-down on my bed with the vibrator humming underneath her. "I hope you don't mind" she said, "This is the way that works best for me."
I knelt on top of her, straddling the backs of her thighs, with my semi-hard cock between her pretty ass cheeks as she masturbated. It felt really nice to be like that, squeezed between those warm firm cheeks.
She was rubbing the toy hard against herself. Her eyes were clenched tight, and her ass wiggled sexily against my cock. The toy made sexy little squishing noises as it moved, and sometimes I could feel the vibration all the way through her body.
"I really don't think it's going to work," she said, "I'm sorry."
I took a fistful of her hair and pulled hard, arching her head back toward me. "Don't you dare stop," I said, "You are going to come, dammit." I slapped her ass hard, SMACK. My hand left a red imprint on her pale cheeks.
She moaned, and worked the toy harder into her poor over stimulated pussy and clit, raising her butt in the air to meet me. I pulled on her hair and spanked her ass. "Come. Come. Come." SMACK SMACK SMACK. Her ass was a patchwork of raised red finger-shaped welts. My hand stung from the blows, and I didn't stop. "Come! Come! Come!" SMACK SMACK SMACK.
Her orgasm was so intense it was scary. She shook and cried as she came, her body trembling underneath mine, face red and tears streaming down her cheeks. It went on for a long time before it subsided. I held her protectively in my arms as her body shuddered and trembled. "So good, so good..." she whispered. Finally it was all over.
"Thanks." she said, and kissed my lips.
We slept like spoons all night, bodies pressed close together, a long deep dreamless sleep, and we didn't wake up again until long after dawn. When we woke up, my cock was hard again, still nestled between her ass cheeks, and my fingers were entwined in her soft, lush hair.
She really seemed to love the energy and bustle and energy of New York. As we walked the sidewalks, chatting and grinning, I could feel her nearness. Every time she stood close to me, the hairs on my arm all stood up. Every time she casually touched me, my cock stiffened inside my pants. I could feel a wet spot in my boxers from where my excitement had been leaking out.
We were at the Museum of Modern Art, looking silently together at Van Gogh's 'Starry Night'. It is a beautiful painting, and every time I see it it takes my breath away. She were standing just in front of me, and I put my arms softly on her shoulder. She didn't seem to mind. A minute later, she took a half step backward, it may have been accidental, but for a moment her ass was pressed against the crotch of my jeans. My cock, already in a semi-permanent state of semi-erectness, sprang to full attention. I could feel the heat of her body against mine. I could smell her, and I wanted her. Her ass was soft and firm underneath the skirt. She didn't pull away, but stayed there, tantalizingly close, for a long long moment.
All afternoon I'd been wondering what she was wearing under that goddamn skirt.
We went down to the village, where the punk rockers and the hipsters are, and we had lunch in a tiny Tibetan restaurant. The conversation was easy and free, and we laughed a lot, while staying safely away from loaded topics like s-e-x, and the food was delicious.
Back on the street, back down into the Bohemian whirlwind of the village, we went to some of the bars that I liked. Sitting in the dark, drinking cheap red wine with her, I was almost certain that she was flirting with me: lingering eye contact, little touches that made me jump and shiver inside. She was, I was pretty sure, having a good time. It made me happy to see her face lit up with a big smile.
It was getting dark, and we were both a little buzzed. We walked arm in arm, over toward the Brooklyn Bridge. The night was dark and cloudy, and there was a low mist over the city. Everything looked soft, like an impressionist watercolor. I reached down and took her hand in mine. Her fingers curled around my own. Her small hand felt good to hold. We looked at each other and smiled.
The bridge was pretty much deserted. We could just see the great towers of Manhattan through the low clouds. Brooklyn across the water was hidden from view. Down below, the East River was mostly obscured with fog. A lone tugboat was pushing a barge against the current. She squeezed my hand.
"I want you so badly," I whispered into her ear, "I'm so excited right now."
"I can tell." She looked pointedly down at the crotch of my jeans, where my erection was making a prominent and uncomfortable lump.
"I'm excited too." she said. Her hand was hot in mine.
"Really?"
"Are you kidding?!" Her accent was so sexy! She let go of my hand and reached up under her skirt. "God, I've been absolutely soaked all day!"
She pressed a finger to my lips. It was coated with her wetness, sticky and clear. I sucked her finger into my mouth like a mini-cock. The taste was tangy and salty and sexy. Deeply sexy.
I pulled her close to me, and kissed her hard on the lips. She responded eagerly, meeting me and kissing back aggressively. I held her body in my arms and squeezed her tight to me. Her breasts were pressed against my chest, her crotch was painfully close to mine. We kissed for a long long time, a little tentatively at first, then bolder and bolder as we each learned what the other liked.
I didn't want to break it off. It felt too good, holding her in my arms high on the span, as if we were the only two people in New York City.
"God I want you right now" My hand found her warm breast, and cupped it through the fabric of her camisole. It fit my hand perfectly.
"You know," you said shyly, "I could go down on you right now if you wanted me too."
Before I could answer, before I could protest that we were out in the open on a major landmark in a city of 8 million, she slid down my body onto her knees on the wooden walkway, and started skillfully unbuttoning my jeans. They fell in a crumpled heap around my ankles. My snowman boxers quickly joined them. My cock stood straight out, rigidly erect and bobbing like the bowsprit of a sailing ship in the cool night breeze. She smiled at me, a big beautiful happy grin. "Nice Cock." she said, "Looks delicious."
She didn't really waste any time after that, but dove right in like a happy girl with an ice cream cone. Her mouth was incredibly hot and wet, and it felt amazing on my cock. I felt my legs go weak as she sucked me, and I needed all my concentration to just keep standing up. She looked amazingly sexy like that, skirt billowed out around her, hair all mussed up, her pretty mouth full of my dick.
She popped her mouth off me for a moment, letting my wet cock flop around. "Just like I thought," she said in that sexy accent, "Delicious. Does this help any?" She shrugged the straps of her camisole off, exposing her breasts. Smallish and pretty and very excited. The nipples were puffy and erect. Yes, it did help! She rubbed the hard little nipples up and down my wet shaft before swallowing me again.
I felt the come rising inevitably from deep in my balls. "Oh my god, I'm going to come!" I gasped, " I'm not going to be able to stop."
"Well that was sort of the point." she replied, licking the end of my dick playfully. Then she started sucking me in earnest, stroking the shaft of my cock with one hand while her head bobbed rapidly up and down. Her other hand made it's way between my ass cheeks and gently but insistently penetrated my asshole. It was way too much for me. With a series of little stifled cries, the orgasm that had been building inside me ever since I saw her at the train station shook through my body. It was like a roll of thunder that seemed to go on and on. Her mouth was glued tight to me, and she swallowed hungrily as I squirted gob after gob of come. It felt so amazing! When at last I was finished, when my dick was softening and too tender for any more stimulation, she regretfully released me, and carefully extracted her finger from my ass.
"How was that?" she asked sweetly, and gave me a hot and wet kiss on the lips.
"Amazing." I said, "Really really amazing. I think we need to go back to my apartment right now."
The subway ride seemed to take forever. I was hyper-aware of her being close to me, her exhalations, her scent, the flicker of her eyes, the mischievous smile that kept creeping across her lips. All the way out to Brooklyn I had a huge grin on my face, and every time our eyes met it got bigger. And I still wondered what she had on under that skirt.
We pretty much ran up all four flights of stairs. We were out of breath and my hands were shaking. I could feel her nearness, and it was driving me crazy. I nearly fumbled my keys as I tried to open the apartment door.
We tumbled onto my bed, kissing and touching and pulling off each others clothes and kissing some more. "Mmmmm" she said between kisses, "I've wanted to see you naked for such a long time now"
I found the zipper and pulled off her skirt, and that was when I found the answer to the question that had been plaguing me all day. She was commando, wearing nothing at all under that white skirt. Her pussy was just lovely; a triangle of neatly trimmed dark hair with prominent labia that pouted out hungrily. I could see her clitoris, straining eagerly up from its little hiding place.
She was beautiful naked, really beautiful: from her exquisite neck to her breasts to her softly rounded tummy to her little toes, and all the parts in between. She looked vulnerable and soft laying there on my bed.
She watched intently, with bright eyes, as I took my own clothes off. I lay naked on top of her, breathing her breath, feeling the warmth of her body against mine as we kissed.
I slid down her body, pausing to play with her breasts, sucking and nibbling and biting the nipples until she squirmed and wiggled underneath me. I could feel the wetness of her pussy pressed against my leg. I slid further down, kissing and licking my way down her tummy and on toward the needy excited parts below.
I tried to tease her, dragging my tongue lightly up and down her inner thighs and around the labia while her pussy drooled, but I was too turned on to play that game very long. I wanted to taste her, I wanted it fiercely. I wanted to give her pleasure the way she had done for me. I dove in, spreading her lips with the flat of my tongue, licking with a fierce hunger, slurping up and down her soaking wet pussy, dragging my tongue all the way from her asshole up to her clitoris and back again. Every time my tongue touched her clit, she jumped a little. The taste was intoxicating. I slipped a finger up inside her. Her pussy was scalding hot, and gripped my finger tight. I stroked the inside of her pussy with one beckoning finger while I concentrated on strumming her clit with the tip of my tongue. I loved the sounds she were making, the moans and sighs and little gasps, and I loved the wetness all over my face.
I don't know how long I ate her out. Time didn't seem real. I was intoxicated with her. My tongue ached and my jaw cramped and my face was slick with her juices and I kept on licking. Finally she pulled away from me.
"I'm sorry," she said, "That felt amazing... it really did, it was so good! But I can't- I'm sorry, its not you- I can't get past it, I can't get off." She kissed me apologetically, "It's not you, really it's me. I'm sorry. Maybe later I'll be able to. Right now I'm just getting to tender."
"Did you bring your vibrator?" I asked.
"Yes. It's in my bag, with my stuff."
"Would you masturbate for me? Would that be ok?"
"Ok." she said, "But I don't know if I'll be able to come that way either."
She fetched her toy, big and pink, out of her backpack. Slick with lube, she turned it on, and lay face-down on my bed with the vibrator humming underneath her. "I hope you don't mind" she said, "This is the way that works best for me."
I knelt on top of her, straddling the backs of her thighs, with my semi-hard cock between her pretty ass cheeks as she masturbated. It felt really nice to be like that, squeezed between those warm firm cheeks.
She was rubbing the toy hard against herself. Her eyes were clenched tight, and her ass wiggled sexily against my cock. The toy made sexy little squishing noises as it moved, and sometimes I could feel the vibration all the way through her body.
"I really don't think it's going to work," she said, "I'm sorry."
I took a fistful of her hair and pulled hard, arching her head back toward me. "Don't you dare stop," I said, "You are going to come, dammit." I slapped her ass hard, SMACK. My hand left a red imprint on her pale cheeks.
She moaned, and worked the toy harder into her poor over stimulated pussy and clit, raising her butt in the air to meet me. I pulled on her hair and spanked her ass. "Come. Come. Come." SMACK SMACK SMACK. Her ass was a patchwork of raised red finger-shaped welts. My hand stung from the blows, and I didn't stop. "Come! Come! Come!" SMACK SMACK SMACK.
Her orgasm was so intense it was scary. She shook and cried as she came, her body trembling underneath mine, face red and tears streaming down her cheeks. It went on for a long time before it subsided. I held her protectively in my arms as her body shuddered and trembled. "So good, so good..." she whispered. Finally it was all over.
"Thanks." she said, and kissed my lips.
We slept like spoons all night, bodies pressed close together, a long deep dreamless sleep, and we didn't wake up again until long after dawn. When we woke up, my cock was hard again, still nestled between her ass cheeks, and my fingers were entwined in her soft, lush hair.
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lunne:
Miss you
skizzyk:
Yeah! Lot's of character defects. Just lets you know how fucked up I really am. Ha! Ha! SICK!