The Allure of Lingerie on the Street

It was a warm summer evening when I first saw her. She was walking down the street, her hips swaying gently with each step she took. Her long black hair cascaded down her back, catching the light of the setting sun. She was wearing a tight-fitting red dress that accentuated her curves and a pair of high heels that made her legs look endless.

But what caught my attention was the lingerie she was wearing underneath. It was a black lace bra and panty set that peeked out from beneath her dress, teasing me with every step she took. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her, and before I knew it, I was following her down the street.

She turned into a dimly lit alleyway, and I hesitated for a moment before following her. When I caught up to her, she was standing against the wall, her eyes smoldering with desire.

“I’ve been watching you,” she said, her voice husky and low. “I know what you want.”

Before I could respond, she reached out and pulled me towards her. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. She tasted like honey and wine, and I couldn’t get enough.

She broke the kiss and started to unzip my dress, her fingers trailing down my spine. She slowly peeled the dress off of me, leaving me standing there in nothing but my lingerie.

“You’re beautiful,” she whispered, her eyes raking over my body.

She reached out and gently cupped my breasts, her thumbs brushing over my nipples. I gasped as she leaned down and took one of my nipples into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it.

She moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention. I could feel myself getting wet, my body responding to her touch.

She knelt down in front of me and pulled my panties down, her eyes fixated on my pussy. She leaned in and started to lick me, her tongue exploring every inch of me. I moaned as she slid a finger inside of me, her fingers moving in and out in time with her tongue.

I could feel myself getting close, my body trembling with pleasure. She looked up at me, her eyes full of desire.

“Cum for me,” she whispered.

And with that, I did. I cried out as I came, my body shuddering with pleasure. She stood up and pulled me towards her, our bodies pressed together. I could feel her hard cock pressing against me, and I reached down and started to stroke it.

She moaned as I touched her, her body responding to my touch. She picked me up and pinned me against the wall, her cock sliding inside of me.

We moved together, our bodies in sync. She thrust into me harder and harder, our moans echoing through the alleyway. I could feel myself getting close again, and before I knew it, I was cumming again, my body trembling with pleasure.

She followed me, his body shaking with pleasure. We stayed there, our bodies pressed together, our breathing heavy.

“That was amazing,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear.

“Yes, it was,” I replied, my body still trembling with pleasure.

We got dressed and went our separate ways, but I knew I would never forget that night. The night that a stranger in lingerie on the street had turned into the hottest encounter of my life.

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