In my line of work I see many many faces. Some stick around and some hang around for brief periods of time only to vanish into the thin air. But some, on very rare occasions, some stick to me. They touch me in a way that I will never forget.
Recently I met this amazingly beautiful girl in a peculiar way and that is all I will say about that. But she is funny, she is intelligent, she is quirky, quirky in a way that I am and she is comfortable in her own skin, although she doesn't seem to enjoy her skin as much as I do.
She is mysterious with her long black hair and an ass that makes jeans beg to be wrapped around her. She is an old soul who enjoys black and white films, insanely kitchy 80s John Hughes movies and can throw out one liners that makes me laugh until my sides hurt.
The first time we fucked we had this nervous energy between us that was electric. I never felt a pussy so soft in all my life. She was shaved bald, glistening wet and I wanted to eat her out for hours until her juices were running down the sides of my mouth. She tasted so good, but I couldn't eat her out as long as I wanted to because after she swallowed my cock I had overwhelming urges to fuck that wet pussy. It was animalistic, I had to have her. I slowly slid the tip of my cock into her silky pussy savoring every inch of her soft tight wetness as she threw her head back with long black locks flying, she took a few deep breaths and I didn't stop until I was balls deep inside her.
She was amazing, just as I would expect, but her dirty talk blew my mind like never before. This girl was a sexual stick of dynamite. I tried to hold my cum as long as I could but when she whispered the magical words into my ear, I lost it.
She said I could cum anywhere I wanted to and she meant it. So I pulled out and she sucked me off until I shot an intense pop shot to her face. I haven't cum like that in ages. I came so hard my stomach muscles were in spasms. Her hands and legs were shaking, like she was cold, but that wasn't it at all. Later on she told me she was shaking because she came so hard.
This was a little over a week ago and since then it is like we can't keep our hands off each other. It has only gotten more intense and more detailed in our fantasies. It is like we try to keep trying to "one up" the last time we fucked and it is great every time. She is the best sex I have ever had, hands down.
I wake up and think about her and smile. We talk until the wee hours of the morning until our bodies force us to sleep after a sweaty messy fuck session because we have to get at least a little rest for work. Otherwise I think we might not ever get out of bed.
She said I could have her pussy anytime, anywhere and I am going to take her up on that because no one has turned me on like this little mysterious hot woman. I want to fuck this girl until she drains every drop of my cum.
I have become a slave to her sex and It feels like home.
I am falling from a cliff for a girl and I don't even know her last name. I am waiting for her angel wings to reach out and save me, rather I am hoping. Because I don't want to keep falling off this new cliff of friendship through the crisp blue air until I hit the dusty, brown rock bottom.