It was a warm summer evening when I first saw her. I was walking down the street, minding my own business, when I saw her standing there. She was a vision of beauty, with her short, spiky hair and piercing blue eyes. I couldn’t help but be drawn to her.
At first, she seemed standoffish. She was leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette, and she didn’t even look at me when I walked by. But something about her drew me in. I couldn’t resist the urge to talk to her.
“Hey,” I said, approaching her. “Can I bum a smoke?”
She looked at me for a moment, sizing me up. Then she handed me the pack and a lighter. “Keep ’em,” she said, her voice husky and low.
We stood there for a moment, smoking in silence. I could feel the tension between us, and I knew that I wanted her. I could see the desire in her eyes, and I knew that she wanted me too.
I took a step closer to her, and she didn’t move away. I reached out and touched her face, running my fingers through her short hair. She closed her eyes and leaned into my touch.
That was all the invitation I needed. I leaned in and kissed her, and she kissed me back with a passion that took my breath away. Our tongues danced together, and I could feel the heat building between us.
I reached down and grabbed her ass, pulling her close to me. I could feel her hard nipples pressing against my chest, and I knew that she was as turned on as I was.
I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. “Let’s get out of here,” I said, my voice husky with desire.
She nodded, and we walked hand in hand to my apartment. As soon as we were inside, I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her again. This time, there was no holding back.
I reached down and pulled up her skirt, revealing her lack of underwear. She was already wet, and I could feel her juices running down her legs. I sank to my knees and started licking her pussy, tasting her sweet nectar.
She moaned and writhed against me, her hands in my hair. I could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm, and I knew that I had to make her cum.
I sucked on her clit, and she cried out, her legs shaking. I kept going, licking and sucking, until she finally came, her juices flowing into my mouth.
I stood up and kissed her, letting her taste herself on my lips. Then I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.
I laid her down on the bed and climbed on top of her. I reached down and guided my cock into her tight pussy, and she gasped as I entered her.
I started thrusting, hard and fast. She wrapped her legs around me, meeting my thrusts with her own. I could feel her getting close to orgasm again, and I wanted to make her cum one more time.
I reached down and started playing with her clit, rubbing it in circles. She cried out, and I could feel her muscles clenching around my cock. I kept going, fucking her harder and harder, until she finally came again, her pussy tightening around me.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust a few more times and then came, filling her pussy with my hot cum.
We lay there for a moment, panting and sweating. Then she looked at me and smiled. “That was amazing,” she said.
I smiled back. “Yeah, it was.”
And it was. It was the best sex I’d ever had. And it was all because of her. The girl with the short hair and the piercing blue eyes. The girl who had tempted me on the street and had become my newest conquest.
