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My gaze lifted as a soft shadow fell across my lap. I’d been sitting in my liv­ing-room chair dozing when she walked in. She was breathtaking. The long waves of her hair caught the sun’s dying rays, making the ends look as if they were on fire. Her eyes glinted darkly with desire. She had a seductive, slightly cocky smile on her lips. My first thought should’ve been, “Who the hell is this woman and how did she get into my apartment?” But all I seemed able to do was stare.

My gaze lingered on her face for a few moments, taking in her sweet fea­tures and soft pink lips. She was wear­ing a short red dress, the lacy hem barely reaching her tannned, well-defined thighs. It wasn’t a tight dress, but the flimsy material clung to her supple breasts, barely covering them. I noticed her nipples were hard, jutting against the fabric of her dress. The low-cut front allowed me a view of her deep cleavage. I wanted to get an even closer look. I felt my cock rise in my pants, and a familiar, dull ache began in my balls.

The woman smiled, seeing the look of desire in my eyes.

“In case you’re wondering, I was sent here,” she said. Her voice was soft and richly feminine, with a husky, airy qual­ity to it. It seemed to jar me out of my trance. I met her amused eyes with an inquiring look of my own.

“Sent here?” I asked.

Instead of answering, she leaned forward, instantly hushing me. I saw that her nails were long and painted a deep crimson. Just the thought of what those nails could do sent shivers up my spine. She slipped onto my lap, one long leg on either side of my hips. Her dress slid up her thighs, and I could smell the musky scent from between her legs. I glanced down in time to see a dark patch of pubic hair before she leaned close and pressed her lips to mine. God, those lips! They were warm and soft, and parted easily when I pressed my tongue to them.

I closed my eyes, groaning softly as her tongue swirled wetly around mine and then went on to explore every centimetre of my mouth. My hands went to her slender waist, holding her body to mine. I could feel her warm breasts pressing against my chest. I pulled her even closer, loving the feel of them nestled against me. Her hands came up, one on each side of my face, and her nails softly caressed my cheeks. Her eyelashes fluttered softly as she moaned. Her heart began to pound in her chest, matching the rhythm of my own.

I slid my hands to her hips, my fin­gers massaging her through the satin dress. She began to rock her hips against mine, her bare slit rubbing against my cock through my pants. My hands searched for the hem of her dress, pulling it up to cup her cheeks. I dropped one hand between her legs and slipped a finger into her warm curls, her lips already wet and open. She trembled against me and slid down instinctively toward my hand. Two of my fingers caressed her slit and then slowly dipped inside of her. She was warm and welcoming, spreading her thighs eagerly. Her leg muscles flexed, her pelvic muscles contracting around my fingers.

My other hand came up and pulled the straps of her dress off her shoul­ders. She shrugged out of it, her small, rounded breasts exposed for me to see in all their glory. Her nipples were pink and firm. I cupped one round breast in my hand and brought it up to my lips, which eagerly closed around one nip­ple. I began to suck ever-so gently.

Her fingers deftly undid my pants. Her hand slipped into my boxers and curled around my hard shaft, stroking it slowly. Her smooth fingertips ran over my cock, feeling me throb. Her thumb rubbed over the head of my dick and began to rub my pre-come into my skin. I moaned, my teeth biting down on her stiff nipple.

My mystery lover’s eyes twinkled with mischief as she placed one of her fingers into her own wetness, placing her now come-covered finger into my mouth. I suckled slowly, highly aroused. She watched me intently as my tongue rolled around her finger, tasting every last drop. She then withdrew her finger and rose in one smooth motion to her feet. I gazed up at her, wondering if she was just going to tease me and then leave. With a wink, she pulled her dress up, revealing a perfectly trimmed patch of red pubic hair, curled wetly around her slit, and a small tattoo of a butterfly over her hip.

She continued to pull her dress off, revealing a flat, muscular stomach. She pulled the frock up over her head and tossed the flimsy garment to the side, her breasts coming free.

Then she knelt in front of me, posi­tioning herself between my legs. My cock stood straight up, hard and puls­ing. She leaned forward and pressed her open lips to the head, her tongue softly flicking out. My hips arched, ach­ing for her to take me into her mouth. She closed her eyes, languidly bathing my shaft with her wet, warm tongue. Her nails ran down my thighs, causing me to pump against her lips. Her tongue fluttered softly around the base and then swirled up my erect cock, the tip running over the ridge.

My hands slid through her long, red hair, holding her mouth in place between my legs. Slowly, she took me between her lips, inch by inch. She started to suck on my length, coaxing my hot come from my balls. My hands reached down, my fingers rubbing back and forth across her nipples, mas­saging them while she expertly worked my prick. I cupped each breast in my hands, squeezing them.

When she ran her teeth lightly up my pole, I thought I was going to explode, but she pulled back before I could. She looked up at me and winked, and then wriggled up my body, letting my penis run down her lips, her chin, her neck, leaving a wet trail between her soft breasts and down her firm stomach. She climbed back onto my lap, wrapping her long legs around my waist, and positioned her wet curls against the head of my penis. She ground her hips against mine, her slippery slit rubbing teasingly against me.

She began to nuzzle her lips against my neck, her pussy sliding down onto my cock until just the tip was inside her. After a minute, she lowered herself more onto me, my rigid shaft slowly sliding another inch deeper.

Her wetness ran down my cock, making it glisten. With a soft cry, she slithered down completely onto me, taking all seven inches into her small, hot snatch. Her tongue began to run up my neck to my earlobe, her breath warm and short. I started to pump into her, my hands grasping her hips, guiding her. With each thrust, I drove myself deeper. Her head came up, her tongue running over my lips, nibbling. I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed, her exquisite lips parted in a silent moan.

I continued to labour against her, fill­ing her, letting her warm inner walls caress my dick. Sweat began to form on our bodies, making us slippery as we fucked. A tiny trickle of sweat ran down between her breasts, and I leaned forward, pressing my tongue between them to catch it.

A sudden cry pierced the air, and I felt her body shudder against me, her chest heaving as she began to slam her hips towards mine, a warm wave of her come running down my shaft. I raked my fingers across her arse, push­ing myself fully into her as I came, too.

I closed my eyes, panting, and her soft lips brushed my ear. “I’ll be back,” came her breathless whisper.

When I opened my eyes again, she was gone.

-Chris, St Kilda, Vic

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