It was a warm summer evening when I first saw her. She was partially undressed, her toned body glistening in the soft glow of the streetlights. She was leaning against a brick wall, her head tilted back in ecstasy as a gentle breeze caressed her bare skin.
I couldn’t help but approach her, my heart racing in my chest. As I got closer, I could see the sweat glistening on her breasts, her nipples hard and erect. She opened her eyes and looked at me, a slow, seductive smile spreading across her face.
“Do you want to touch me?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.
I nodded, unable to speak. She reached out and took my hand, guiding it to her breast. I cupped it, feeling the weight of her flesh in my hand. She moaned softly, her head falling back against the wall.
I leaned in closer, my lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together as our hands explored each other’s bodies. I reached down and pulled her closer, feeling her bare skin against mine.
She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down my neck. She nibbled at my earlobe, her breath hot against my skin. I shivered with pleasure as she reached down and began to stimulate my cock through my pants.
She dropped to her knees, her lips finding the bulge in my pants. She licked and nibbled at it, her fingers working to free my cock from its confines. When it was free, she took it in her mouth, her lips wrapping around it in a tight grip.
I moaned with pleasure as she began to bob her head up and down, her tongue swirling around my shaft. I reached down and threaded my fingers through her hair, guiding her movements.
She pulled back, her lips leaving a wet trail along my shaft. She looked up at me, her eyes filled with desire.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, unable to speak. She stood up and turned around, bending over and bracing herself against the wall. I stepped up behind her, my cock pressing against her wet pussy.
She moaned as I entered her, her muscles clenching around me. I began to thrust, my hips moving in time with hers. She moaned louder, her voice echoing through the empty streets.
I reached around and began to stimulate her clit, my fingers working in time with my thrusts. She moaned louder, her body shaking with pleasure.
I felt her muscles clench around me as she reached her climax, her moans turning into cries of pleasure. I followed her over the edge, my own climax crashing over me.
We stood there, our bodies entwined, as our breathing returned to normal. She turned around and looked at me, a content smile on her face.
“That was amazing,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, unable to speak. It had been amazing. And I couldn’t wait to do it again.
