It was a warm summer evening, the sun was already setting. I sat on the balcony with a book in my hands and enjoyed the silence. From time to time, my sister’s friends disturbed my peace, but I didn’t care about them – I wanted privacy. Needless to say, it failed. The door opened and one of the guests asked if I would mind if he went out on the balcony for a smoke. I was polite. He came out, leaned against the edge of the balcony and smoked a cigarette. Of course he didn’t bother me, but… I couldn’t read anymore.
I sat cross-legged on the chair and watched him from the edge of the book. Strong features, unshaven chin, wildly tangled hair and a thoughtful expression. I watched the cigarette smoke between his long fingers – almost sad that he was going to leave soon. But he was in no hurry. He stood up, leaned his back against the uneven wall of the balcony, crossed his arms over his chest and looked straight at me. I tried my best to ignore his piercing gaze, but felt my cheeks flush at his shamelessness.
I moved and only then realized why I had attracted his attention. It was a hot summer, so when I was at home, I didn’t bother to wear underwear under my dresses. I was pretty sure he had noticed my shaved crotch, but I lowered my legs anyway and waited for him to leave. It didn’t happen.
Without breaking the intense eye contact, he came closer, knelt down in front of me and started caressing my legs. From ankles to knees. From knees to thighs. I grabbed the hem of my dress and tried to resist, but I couldn’t – his touches were so gentle and his gaze so piercing. I should have screamed, shooed him away, and cursed him, but… I gave up the moment I saw him. He snuggled up to my legs like a cat and I was burning. Placing his hands on my knees, he tried to open them, but I just squeezed them harder and looked at the door. He also looked back, but then he kissed my left knee, winked and I gave up. I hoped that he was right – that no one would catch us.
He kissed the inside of my thighs, the stubble of his unshaven beard running over my skin. His warm hands and wet tongue moved closer and closer to my plump labia. As if teasing, he stopped for a moment and looked into my eyes questioningly. I moved closer to the edge of the chair and grabbed him by the hair and gently aimed his head in the center. He perfectly understood what I wanted and began to gently lick them. Sometimes slowly, then faster and closer to the clitoris, then lower, then in the middle, but barely touching… And he was still looking into my eyes.
I also decided to play. Slowly, I started to unbutton my dress. First… second… third button. He carefully watched my every move. Opening the dress to the navel, I began to caress my breasts, twisting the nipples between my fingers. His eyes seemed to widen and greedily devour every expression of my lust. He stopped. As a reminder, I parted my labia with one hand and he took the hint. Grabbing them like a thirsty animal, he licked my lust point intensely, maybe even roughly, but carefully.
Unable to hold back, I pushed his face deep into my crotch again and didn’t let go until he started sucking my clit intensely. I ran my nails into his hair and tried to hold back moans of contentment. “Don’t stop, don’t stop…” I repeated in my mind but didn’t dare say a word. He didn’t stop. Or maybe he just couldn’t get out of my grasp. And then it happened. This stranger brought me to orgasm. To wobbly legs and a quivering pelvis. He held my thighs so I wouldn’t crush his shaggy head in them. He didn’t back down. Until the last moment. He licked until I stoped. I spread my legs again and started stroking his hair.
He only pulled away when he saw the satisfied smile on my face. He stroked my legs again and I tried to calm down. He kissed my knees again. One. The other. The stranger stood up, straightened his pants, licked his lips while looking into my eyes, and disappeared into the doorway.
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