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Our first sexual encounter began at a party. As I was browsing through a bedroom looking intently at the jazz musicians picture hanging on the wall, my mind drifted to smoky clubs and the sensual whines of the sax. He surprised me. I had seen him during the party and we caught each other’s eye and said hello. We introduced ourselves and flirted casually as I refilled my wineglass at the bar and he sipped his glass of Scotch. We playfully flirted, not expecting anything to happen.
The first time was pure, hard fucking. No pleasantries just his hands grabbing my bare ass, my skirt around my ankles, and his cock jammed wildly inside me. My orgasm was fierce as we exploded together the tinkling of glasses and canned party laughter fading in the background of my mind. I knew his name but nothing else about him.
The second time was just as wild. It was my turn to play seductress. I enticed him at the library, deliberately distracting him from studying teasing and taunting him as I whispered how much I wanted to fuck him and how I would be waiting for him. He punished me for my cock teasing by taking me roughly from behind and fucking me until I wanted to Maraş Escort pass out from the sheer torment and pleasure of his cock inside my pussy.
Our sexual adventures were always erotic and kinky and we always took it one step further just to see how far we could push each other’s sensual limits. So that leads me to our most recent escapade. It had been awhile since we had spoken or had seen each other. My pussy tingled at the thought of our bodies igniting each other after the long absence.
I met him at a café dressed casually sexy—fitted black slacks, tight gray cashmere pullover sweater, and soft black leather short pull-on boots. I was lazily flipping through the newspaper sipping my coffee when he arrived. I felt his eyes burn into me as he sat down opposite of me. I didn’t even have to look up to feel that whirling, all-consuming sexual tension that manages to stir between us. I pretended not to notice him.
He pretended not to notice me and grabbed the sports section of the newspaper and leafed through it slowly.
I finally peaked over my newspaper and our eyes caught each other at the same time blue searing Maraş Escort Bayan into brown as I purred sweetly to him, “So can I persuade you to take me back to your apartment and fuck me for the rest of the day? If you re schedule allows it, that is?”
He grabbed the newspaper away from me and pulling me closer to him, he kissed me hungrily and whispered in my ear, “It’s been far too long.”
“Oh, it hasn’t been that long. I m sure you can recall how delicious my pussy feels against your mouth when I orgasm for you,” I teased as my lips nibbled on his cold ear lobe.
“Get your ass out of that chair and come with me,” he ordered, pulling me out of the chair as I laughed and threw down the paper on the table.
We barely made it through the door. We were a tangle of arms and hands as we stumbled through the door. I was intoxicated and my brain felt fuzzy. Our mouths met roughly together our tongues wickedly exploring each other s mouths and lips. As we kissed, he unzipped my pants. He didn’t waste any time as he pushed his right hand inside the front of my pants cupping my warm silk-clad pussy with his hand…his hand Escort Maraş was gentle but his tongue was rough and hungry and he was moaning madly against my lips. He slipped his hand inside the elastic of my panties and when he touched my soaking wet pussy, I whimpered. He invaded me with his middle and index fingers and I ground hard onto them. I felt his fingers fill me and my legs felt weak.
I backed up against the wall to steady myself and he started to finger fuck me with an intensity that overpowered me.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged.
“Not yet. I want you to come for me this way. I want your ass grinding into that wall with my fingers inside you and I want you to come right now,” he commanded as he drove his fingers deeper inside me.
His thumb found my clit and was circling it torturously. I could feel my climax building.
“That’s it. Right there,” I moaned deliciously as he pinched my swollen clit.
My body exploded. My juices poured out of me coating his fingers and hand and running down my inner thighs. My musky scent combined with my perfume hung heavy around us. My body gave out and I slumped against the wall. His body so close to mine that I felt he was almost crushing me against him.
I pushed him back slightly and looked down at the thick bulge in his pants. I smiled wickedly as I placed my left hand on his crotch feeling that warm, familiar hardness.
To Be Continued…
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