Source: Through Adult Industry News
By: Eve Rhony
A couple of years ago, at a Pride festival I pulled a twenty-four year old Lithuanian woman. The sun was shining and everyone was dancing outside a local bar, house music pumping, cowboy hats, shades and big beaming smiles all round. I was alone although familiar with the bar and some of the party crowd. She was a brilliant dancer, had all the moves, that’s what first caught my eye.
She looked happy, confident and free. She appeared to be with a large group of women. I danced near her waiting to catch her eye and flash her a winning smile. When she didn’t smile back straight away I wondered if she was with a girlfriend and continued to dance as if she wasn’t there. Next time I caught her eye she beamed and winked at me.
Skip the boring bit.
She came home with me and we spend the next day and night divided between partying Pride style and having sex. On the Sunday night we went to bed early, she had to leave by six to catch a train home in time to get to work by nine. We pulled open the curtains so that the morning light would help us wake up and I set the alarm for an hour before she had to be away (time for sex, shower and a coffee).
When the alarm went off I leaned over to turn it off and began kissing her awake, nuzzling into her warm neck…
She stirred, moaned and turned fully on her back. Arms and legs akimbo, inviting. I licked and sucked on her tits. Her nipples woke up, big, brown rivets. Her warm flesh goose-bumped as I ran my tongue over her stomach and thighs, kissing and nibbling on the more sensitive areas. She shivered, reaching her hand into my hair as I nuzzled my nose into her crotch. Our bodies lay diagonally across the bed, the duvet had been kicked onto the floor.
She lay back, writhing and, shouting (a bit over the top for my liking but her thighs were over my ears which muffled her noise somewhat). She ran her hands over her body, pinching and pulling on her own tits. I was sprawled on my stomach, my legs parted and knees bent so that my heels could kick my butt. My arms were locked around her thighs, my head buried in her juicy cunt.
I looked up to see her body, her ecstatic face. There, behind her, at the window, the bloody window cleaner! He was staring open-mouthed, a sponge in one hand, the side of the ladder in the other. She hadn’t noticed him. I felt my cunt gush as I stared back at him. I smiled and bent to lick her some more, looking back at him to let him know it was ok by me. The added excitement of the voyeur made me really hot. I squirmed my titties over her spread pussy, fingering and sucking on her while she screamed and moaned.
She was so far away in her own world I could freely concentrate on him. He had his cock out now, slowly wanking it while he gripped the ladder. She started to come, bucking and hollering like a banshee. I clambered onto her and sat on her face, brilliantly preventing her from catching me at what I was doing. I knelt up, only feet away from the window. Almost close enough to touch. I played with my tits, looking him straight in the eyes while I ground down on her mouth.
Suddenly his spunk hit the window and I came immediately, grunting and growling my desire. I bent down to kiss her face, her mouth, to kiss up my own juices smeared across her cheeks. I chanced a look at the window, he’d gone but where he had hastily tried to clear up himself, there was a faint smear on the window. “I’ll get the shower running and put some coffee on, come on chop chop or you’ll be late….”
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